The second single from the upcoming LP was released June 4th. This time there is – unusually – both a normal and radio version of the track available. See below for lyrics and check twitter for sneak preview!
You see I’m a Mink not a vanilla Chinchilla in bed I Poppa da pill and rippa da pussy like a killer That’s right nasty sex is my MO If it doesn’t turn your stomach then I’m like ‘Hell No!’ If you ain’t embarrassed later chat to friends in passing And the stench of piss surrounds you leaves everybody gagging After sex with the mink you be like “yoI feel sick” Cant cum unless I’m angrily hitting something with a stick Don’t care for conversation, I just want your grill on my dick nibble my tip I watch ya dribble whilst I’m rapping some ignunt shit Got cages blades hoods with no breathing hole or zipper A safe word? Nah, don’t make a habit of fucking quitters Afterwards I wanna chill, you gonna be late so call the sitter And if the baby sitters got a baby sister, I’ll get wit’ her For the love of man, please stop shrieking and weeping know the old fashioned saying ‘If it’s a beating it ain’t cheating’ So ya man can stop bleeting, getting injureds in the plan I taped you screaming so the dude can“hear dis” like Ninjaman When you think of me as vile and disturbing it’s so frustrating A&E on speed dial. Thats lovemaking… Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Times change years ago it was all candlelit dinner Waiting six weeks before you get to put a finger in her Romantic, stopping at the garage for some flowers Then Listen to her dribble on for hours Nowadays we cut to the chase, have drugs to get high snort, smoke, swallow something or just toss it in ya eye Pour some Jack out, not raping, I’m roping a broad Shibari style, should get a round of applause Then the lucky little lady watch me acting fucking crazy Grab anything with a blade and improvise like count Basie Yelling,hollering stabbing motherfuckers who aint there In my minds eye it’s new year eve in Times Square Just with more frightened faces, more blood and more insanity More hammers, rope, blowtorches, filth and sick depravity Good ingredients to make the party go boom Just replace pretty balloons with psychosis and tombs It's not all that different used to kiss in lovers lane now it's cocaine and yellow rain on ladies wrapped in cellophane In the 80s used to sl ow dance, 90s shake synthetic implants to trance Nowadays we fuck each other up and call an ambulance Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking If you horny when you meet me, you’re in luck me duck Don’t act awe struck, you're not a fan you're down to fuck If you don’t appear nuts, I’ll introduce you to my crew You can let ‘em cop a feel while Lionel makes you a brew They will run through the process, need a signed disclaimer Explain you need the papers I’m a busy entertainer Don’t intend to maim yer, and it doesn’t happen often But need protection, just in case you end up in a coffin Huh! then my agent can book you in I’ll be in a slayer t-shirt jus like rick Rubin Want candy for your nose I hope you brought your own baggie I can put some up ya fanny, on the meter like a cabby I’m a taffy, between the sheets I go to war like an Iraqi Natty when I’m sinning, kinda like cincinatti Pull out old school tools like in ajerbizjan Set about your grill like I’m in marathon man After sex you won’t be needing cuddles you’ll be needing stitches Twitching on the floor, you could be swimming with the fishes (She lives) Praise the lord, it's a good job done welll Nothing fucks up a party like when the meat starts to smell …Meat starts to smelll Meat starts to smell Ooooh yeah baby Thats my kind of Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking Thats Lovemaking