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Shit, you been talkin' might have once been true But I don't think this time your mother fucking punk will do Ladies and gentlemen here he is The man that can party And this pussy belongs to me Let's hear it for Mr.... Now I know it's like that fearin' But you still wanna hear this unholy spirit Still gettin' done by none Pulled up a dress and fucked a nun The walls sweat blood from thinkin' bout sex As your clit gets wet Your hot like fire, you desire More than pleasure, much more higher Your nipples on your chest start to bleed The soup is gettin' hot, time to feed Your heaven is burnin' As your masturbatin', but still you're yearnin' The fire is gettin' very hot As you stick your finger in the soup inside the pot You begin to stir it Lick your finger to taste it, but it's not done yet I smell white virgin Operatin' on yourself like a medical surgeon Something you love to do Letras de cancionesWho would thought it was you The devil's in the soup [Chorus] The devil's in the soup [x3] Break out the mix and spoon, and stir it up with all you got The soup is gettin' hotter and hotter, runnin' all down the side of the pot Juice is on the covers I think I smell a lil' tumor inside that soup So what you puttin' in it? The basic four fingered food groups All alone, cuz you feed for a minute, and meat and bones So the devil's in your soup Your panties all wet from spillin' that soup Home made, never stored in cans Always made with hands I think your startin' to stick to the pot That means, soup's too hot It's so hot, it burns So stick a spoon in it, and give a couple turns And I thought you was a good girl Never let nobody inside your world So the devil's in the soup How'd you let the devil get inside your soup? Been thinkin' about sex Next thing you'll know, you'll be wearin' a cotex When the walls come down And the soup's in the cupboard there too be found You've commited sin But when the devil's in the soup, it'll happen again [Chorus x4] Masturbatin, demonstratin', good love Knowin' damn well, that ain't what you thinkin' of You're thinkin' about cumin' For the first time, your out ya mind You don't know what you doing But it feels so good, you think you're screwin' You feel something tingle As you giggle, and start to wiggle, but still single Playin' that Esham tape So much love, and so much hate Your emotions run wild Feelin' more like a woman, and less like a child Get ready for the fountain Cuz you'll be cumin around the mountain Any minute with the soup Cuz the devil's still tastin', as she's wastin' Soup in her clothes, but she's the only one that knows About that dish Squaggy juice, which smells like fish And she loves to fix it Her favorite part is when she mix it Virgins want to have fun to But when they do The devil's in the soup [Chorus x4] Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! The devil's in the soup! The devil's in the sooooup! The devil's in the soup! From Letras Mania