Skoold

To the gentlemen who think they are extremely educated

About what the gentle woman wants

You think your kisses and your touches are so soft and cool

But you're a high school dropout

So let's enroll your ass in night school.

Forget the Golden Rule

And yes, rules were made to be broken

But you learn the rules so you can learn to break them properly

So Rule #1:

Respect the woman.

Rule #2: Don't forget Rule #1.

You may say that you and I are gonna have some fun

But before you think of coming near me
with that thumb

Ask yourself: Would you want that?

I mean reverse Beyonce -- If u were a girl

And you had a sensitive, flexible,

soft, delicate, blossoming vahina

And I, being man, proceeded to soak its roots into too much water,

stomp on its stem and tear its petals up

mas rapida, andale! andale!

You would say, "Mi amor, ay papi, mi amor!"

But inside you'll be thinking, "I'm a whore."

Cuz that's what whores all -- all torn up

I'm not saying a woman doesn't like it rough

But if u ever get the slightest inkling that maybe her
moans are too much

And she says things like, "Ooh baby, your
body's so buff! I just can't get enough!"

Guess what? She fakin

Her earth ur not quakin

You're up to 350, but she's not even bakin

I mean the moves that ur makin

aren't anything close to elation.

If they were, trust me, she'd be whooping and
hollering and giving u a standing ovation

And your fellow man would entrust you

to freely give out your secrets to the nation
Of how u pleasured here, and all her sensations

She came over and over and...

Wake up! You're not in Fantasyland yet!

You're not even allowed there for vacation, fool.

U think you're some love god? Ur about to get skoold.

Rule #3: Touch me.

Now I don't mean fuck me,
suck me, bump me, twist me or bite

We'll talk about all that a bit later tonight

But for now, I want to be touched so damn light

That I can't tell if it's you or a breeze in the night

If u want to do right by me, here comes Rule #4:

Don't stop the light touching until I'm writhing,
panting, whining and begging for more

But boy, this is no time to run in and score

Like a lockpicker who hears the first pin

click into place

If you jam in the key, it's a big mistake.

And far be it from me to give you the full combination

I'm just giving you pointers to alleviate your frustration.

Did I say your frustration?

I meant, my frustration.

If you're angry or pouty, thinking I've gone and beat your ego up

Too bad. The streets are cold. That's why we turn the heat up.