(60% of the time) rappers talk about women every time/ And we enjoyed Biggie’s “A Friend of Mine”/ But never mind that, in the 90s it was effective/ And it’s still awkward as hell listening to the sex skits/ I mean, what possesses anyone to record, fake or not/ A load of moaning and groaning in between your famous songs/ To prove, what? You get ladies? Or ladies get you?/ Does the idea that we think you’ve never done it vex you?/ Is this school again? Are we back in 6th form?/ Laughing at virgins, chatting about FHM and porn/ Can we accept that people have sex and move on with our lives?/ Or is it cos sex sells? I would not be surprised/ Now evolution makes us obsess over it/ Releases all sorts of endorphins to reward so it is/ Unsurprising that it’s a focus of our everyday lives/ But we’ve evolved to be civilized, men can take wives/ Men can override this instinct to spread their chuffin’ seed/ That was instilled in us way before we hung from trees/ Or can we? Is that the point, I can already sense laughter/ Cos you believe deep down every man is a (sex panther)/ That’s why women who sleep around are “sluts” and men who do are “pimps”/ Kings are given many women, it’s been like that ever since/ And the worst thing is you see the way fame attracts some lasses/ Giving themselves away with barely chance to bat their lashes/ I pray If I have a daughter she’s not prey for the (sex panther)s/ My nieces get older every day, kids TV gets blander/ And the next step is to get blathered, I should have had a godson/ Cos then I wouldn’t have had to purchase a bloomin’ shotgun//