He's the rizz master Has many ways to clap her From the back or the front Might just hit her on the butt It doesn't matter He can't count on his hands How many bitches he had in this land Even with his feet Even if he had twenty toes on each He can smell a leech a creep and crazy bitch who roams the streets His name is Kevin he just got done with number eleven This week Count em up when it's Sunday when it's time to clean his sheets He so clean with it No baby mama's he got split his pay check with He got super star swimmers His pull out game is one for the dreamers A middle aged baddie Kevin on that shit like white on rice Does it twice Not too shabby Something out of nothing thanksgiving stuffing It's the best part He rolls em out in a cart Line out the door One after another He even got that soft touch on the floor He doesn't preach the Bible He wrote it Been practicing for awhile Don't sweat it Listen to the words in this song It don't matter if it's long Do it like kevin on a Friday Do it like Sunday come before Monday Maybe she will go away Cause Kevins done He had his fun This one out next one in Got 10 pins Go outside smoke a cig Make out with a bitch grab her big Ass or tits get her feelin like she's a bad bitch Not some glitch In the system Try and list em Bet you can't Kevin just a brother like no other Quiet lover Secret cover Doesn't suffer He is tougher then most men He walks up to a bitch with his pen Gets her number takes his plunder Gets the bag makes her gag He so godly when he farts the bitch say sorry