If this was a gameI already know that I would come out winningAnd I'm not bragging, I'ma be in herBut this bitch really think that I'm 'bout to buy her dinnerMy steak good, I got a good cut like splinterJuicy and hot, such a Black-bitch temperNow she wanna talk and chop it up like a blenderBut I don't give a fuck or even list-en like SchindlerShe's cute, but her forehead's bigGot stretch marks like she got four kidsHer legs can't close like the four-door hinge BroncoThat OJ killed the white whores withA wealthy white girl without the faceliftLure her with expensive dinners and a nice braceletLeave the bitch breathlessWhat the bitch don't know isthat I'm a mothafuckin' sellout and a rapistBaby, you're an angelHow about we turn this into a fable of some sort?You already know you're deadIronic 'cause your lipstick's red, of courseI stuff you in the trunk, drunk'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blowAnd snortBlowIf this was a gameI would be considered a motherfucking legendAnd I ain't trying to gas you like ChevronBut I'm high as fuck, bitchyou really need to get on my leverageNow, we're in the cabin, in the middle of (uh)Tryna find ways to really stuff you in my cabinetDreamy little bastard, I done ran out of luckSo now, it's time for a bloody foot, you little rabbitYou're very attractiveAnd notice that my hat is always the color of cactus(And I hang with wolves) 'Cause I'm an evil bastardPictures of you on my wallNo glue, no tape, but just cum, plasteredMet you at my school, departed at my houseEnded at your panties, started at your blousePushed you downstairs, I took a nap up on the couchIf you wanted a date, don't comeNow, you gotta make it easy for you, don't runYou call this shit kids? Well, I call these kids cumAnd you call this shit rape, but I think that rape's funWait, now it's about eight-somethingIt's late, and you stuck down in my base-oneCome downstairs with nothing but a shoe-stringYeah, bitch, this date's doneBaby, you're an angelHow about we turn this into a fable of some sort?You already know you're deadIronic 'cause your lipstick's red, of courseI stuff you in the trunk, drunk'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blowAnd snort (Wanna watch a movie?)BlowBaby, you're an angelHow about we turn this intoa fable of some sort? (Watch a movie)You already know you're deadIronic 'cause your lipstick's red, of courseI stuff you in the trunk, drunk (bright lights)'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blowAnd snort (we could go anywhere)BlowI like my girls how I like my drugsWhiteLord, you're so prettyLying in my armsI just got one requestStop breathing
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If this was a game
I already know that I would come out winning
And I'm not bragging, I'ma be in her
But this bitch really think that I'm 'bout to buy her dinner
My steak good, I got a good cut like splinter
Juicy and hot, such a Black-bitch temper
Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender
But I don't give a fuck or even list-en like Schindler
She's cute, but her forehead's big
Got stretch marks like she got four kids
Her legs can't close like the four-door hinge Bronco
That OJ killed the white whores with
A wealthy white girl without the facelift
Lure her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet
Leave the bitch breathless
What the bitch don't know is
that I'm a mothafuckin' sellout and a rapist
Baby, you're an angel
How about we turn this into a fable of some sort?
You already know you're dead
Ironic 'cause your lipstick's red, of course
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
And snort
Blow
If this was a game
I would be considered a motherfucking legend
And I ain't trying to gas you like Chevron
But I'm high as fuck, bitch
you really need to get on my leverage
Now, we're in the cabin, in the middle of (uh)
Tryna find ways to really stuff you in my cabinet
Dreamy little bastard, I done ran out of luck
So now, it's time for a bloody foot, you little rabbit
You're very attractive
And notice that my hat is always the color of cactus
(And I hang with wolves) 'Cause I'm an evil bastard
Pictures of you on my wall
No glue, no tape, but just cum, plastered
Met you at my school, departed at my house
Ended at your panties, started at your blouse
Pushed you downstairs, I took a nap up on the couch
If you wanted a date, don't come
Now, you gotta make it easy for you, don't run
You call this shit kids? Well, I call these kids cum
And you call this shit rape, but I think that rape's fun
Wait, now it's about eight-something
It's late, and you stuck down in my base-one
Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe-string
Yeah, bitch, this date's done
Baby, you're an angel
How about we turn this into a fable of some sort?
You already know you're dead
Ironic 'cause your lipstick's red, of course
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
And snort (Wanna watch a movie?)
Blow
Baby, you're an angel
How about we turn this into
a fable of some sort? (Watch a movie)
You already know you're dead
Ironic 'cause your lipstick's red, of course
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk (bright lights)
'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
And snort (we could go anywhere)
Blow
I like my girls how I like my drugs
White
Lord, you're so pretty
Lying in my arms
I just got one request
Stop breathing
Speed
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