Tomahawk - Jockstrap lyrics

Jockstrap. You rap.

G-string. I sing.

Jockstrap. You rap.

G-string. I sing.

Step right up, place your bet

Steeplechase, notice me

I need skin for dancin' in

You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch

High in the saddle

Make my backbone itch

And my tongue will train ya

Like a lash from a whip

I'm here, take a bow

And my tongue will feed ya

Like a lash from a whip

And i'll give you cuts

I won't need you to spit

And if you can't touch my cradle

How do you win?

Because baby, no one's shamed particularly

I dont beat you

But you can stop spreading horse shit

'Cause I'm here to take your fall

I need skin for dancin' in

I know, stop me

Send in the show

I came sharp, clean, smoking

I need you to

Watch me, watch them, watch the future

'Cause I won't hold your pan for you

I pull (teeth?), pull with your might

I'm back, push that geezer for me

Can't you

Can't you level with him?

Catch me

Behind the scene

Hello, you're nice

Better delays

To laugh the days

Know what?

You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch

High in the saddle

I've got the hard-on itch

And I'll buck you off my trailor hitch

And I'll break your fall

Jockstrap. You rap.

G-string. I sing.

You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch

High in the saddle

Make my backbone itch

And I'll buck you off my trailor hitch

And I'm here to break your fall