[Verse]
Yo, are you a shower?
‘Cause I wanna get you wet, get in you, and make you scream my name ‘til the hot water runs out.
Boy, are you a locksmith?
‘Cause I got a tight lock down here, and I need you to pick it, pin by pin, ‘til it’s dripping on the floor.
Damn. Are you a full-course meal?
‘Cause I’m tryna eat you for hours, no hands, just tongue, and I ain’t leaving ‘til you’re shaking on the table.
Mmm, are you a candle?
‘Cause I wanna melt your wax, ride you ‘til you’re soft, and blow you out when I’m done.
Girl, are you a seatbelt?
‘Cause I wanna click you in, pull you close, and f*ck you like we might crash if I slow down.
Oh you nasty. Are you a deep end?
‘Cause I’m tryna dive on you, no breath, choke me a little, and drown me ‘til I forget my name.
You dangerous. Are you a pair of handcuffs?
‘Cause I wanna lock you to this bed, no safe word, and ruin you ‘til your neighbors know my rhythm.
Keep talking. Are you a camera?
‘Cause I want you to zoom in on this pussy, take shots of it, and film how you make it tap out.
Sheesh. Are you a shot of tequila?
‘Cause I wanna lick you, slam you, suck you, and let you f*ck my head up ‘til I’m calling out to God.
Last call — are you a mattress?
‘Cause I wanna break you in, leave stains, and have you begging me to get off you by sunrise.
Final bar: Are you a Bible?
‘Cause I’m finna spread you open, preach between your thighs, and make you holler “oh lord” ‘til church let out.
Winner talk:
If you can back half that mouth up, shut up and strip.
I’m wet already — so either f*ck me dumb or quit.
beat drops
Now we ain’t freestyling no more.
[Verse]
Yo, are you a shower?
‘Cause I wanna get you wet, get in you, and make you scream my name ‘til the hot water runs out.
Boy, are you a locksmith?
‘Cause I got a tight lock down here, and I need you to pick it, pin by pin, ‘til it’s dripping on the floor.
Damn. Are you a full-course meal?
‘Cause I’m tryna eat you for hours, no hands, just tongue, and I ain’t leaving ‘til you’re shaking on the table.
Mmm, are you a candle?
‘Cause I wanna melt your wax, ride you ‘til you’re soft, and blow you out when I’m done.
Girl, are you a seatbelt?
‘Cause I wanna click you in, pull you close, and f*ck you like we might crash if I slow down.
Oh you nasty. Are you a deep end?
‘Cause I’m tryna dive on you, no breath, choke me a little, and drown me ‘til I forget my name.
You dangerous. Are you a pair of handcuffs?
‘Cause I wanna lock you to this bed, no safe word, and ruin you ‘til your neighbors know my rhythm.
Keep talking. Are you a camera?
‘Cause I want you to zoom in on this pussy, take shots of it, and film how you make it tap out.
Sheesh. Are you a shot of tequila?
‘Cause I wanna lick you, slam you, suck you, and let you f*ck my head up ‘til I’m calling out to God.
Last call — are you a mattress?
‘Cause I wanna break you in, leave stains, and have you begging me to get off you by sunrise.
MAC Cracker. 
