Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird... It's a plane! Hee hee hee hee naw! It's Sooperman Lover baby!
Daddy Daddy! Would you please read us a story? Alright get over here and sit yo big ass down Lemme tell you about the Sooperman Lover...
Verse 1
Ayo I was out to lunch and shit Puffin' on a blunt to get my head read(y) Boogie'n to my walkman With an "S" on my chest (Bust a move!) Yes I'm a Superhero, don't forget I smoke mad niggas So to hell with cigarettes But anyway, Let's get back to this skit You know who the fuck I am So git off that ol' bull-SHUCKS Lunchtime was up, (FUCK!!) Let me jet, Or i'll collect unemployment bucks On the way back, black, I spotted this object, a stray cat Stuck in a tree With a tag that says that: "If found, Please return to this address" (How did you see it)? Nigga! Wit my X-Ray eye set! Like "Pchoooooooww"! I jetted to the closest phone-booth Quick fast, I dipped into my Sooperlover suit...
(I can leap, tall buildings In a single bound...)
BOOOM!!!! Right through the fuckin' phone-booth ceiling! (IT'S A PLANE!) Naw, Sooperman Lover's the name I can slam King-Kong And pick up freight trains On a mission, To save this cat/that was wishin' He was in his litter Watchin' Fritz on channel 6'n Relaxin' feet cocked-up/ just a little With a cod cocktail And a bowl, of tender vittles I snatched, him Took off through the air like a pigeon Quick so he won't start meowin' and bitchin' The letter in cat's tag address (?) said THE PROJECTS (Elevator's broke!) So I had to take the back steps (Knock, Knock) The door opened then my eyes swole from this BADASS DAME (Damn!) Sippin' a quart of "Old Gold" -"Yo, is this your cat?" -"Awww, yes! Where'd you find him at?" -"He was stuck in a tree, Around Uptown Manhattan" -"Well how the hell did you save him? Are you Police/Undercover?" -"Naw baby, The "S" on my chest stands for:"
Chorus: Sooperman Lover (Yeah!) Baby call him the Sooperman Lover Something wrong... Something wrong, indeed Something wrong. Yes, yes indeed...
Verse 2
She was grateful Lookin' for ways to repay me No money, A donut, and some..uhm coffee maybe? Of course What kind of sauce(?) did I take? Make my donut Jelly And my coffee Sanka We sat, Unhooked the cape from the back She felt my arms 'Cause my pythons looked stacked "Goddamn, Sooperlover! Yo shit looks thick Tell me, how strong are you With muscles like this? (you bad motherfucker!)"
(I'm stronger than a locomotive)
I'll keep hittin ya like Rocky She ran to the room And came back with a (?) Negligee, high-heeled shoes, Wit' a blunt in her mouth Ready to roll up, Hey hold up/ she had the dollar fold(ed) up To mix the coke with the smoke Yo, she was no joke She took a sniff, Some got on her top lip That bitch stuck out her tounge and gave her top lip a lick and said: -"Here baby, hit it." -"Naw baby, I ain't wit' it You'd need more than a body To make me wanna hit that shit!" But I'll hit the blunt So she took out her fronts Cracked the philly Opened the bag and laid out the skunk Then I took a long pull It was hype/ outtasite We ran into the bedroom So I cracked my pants for head room Later, tossed the covers And oh, brother! I was wit' it Ready to hit it Asked my dick, "YO, WHASSUP GEE?" "Yo man, shit's thick" Licked her down her belly And kissed her on her back Stuck my hands betewwn the legs And I felt the bozack(!) As big as mine (YO!) This bitch must be craze, So I threw my suit on And I was Swayze... 'Cause I'm the:
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