Got a shit-eatin' Bitch, show me itty-bitty titties again in Sin City Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your I'm at your bum-stickity-bum, hun The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act And you can get the fickity-finger, the You little bitch, eatin' spaghetti again Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get It's 'bout to be an night I it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in Hit the spot, my next victim I'm picky like I missed a spot to sip vodka, shit Yeah, little chick is hot but if she got rabies I wouldn't the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear But I bet if I licked her, she'd try to me (Ha-ha) are you, pit, rott, mixed? Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby pig snot nose You think hot shit cause you're in heat Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your opposite, dog Cause I'm than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit Talkin' it, it, spit boxin' My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, this shit's hoppin' And in chocolatey whip-toppin' So whether hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, dig this If not kick rocks in flip flops And I the track So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit (Turn up!) So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and keep on saying All the shit I be hung for, and probably killed for saying And I probably will, but not the day I pop a pill again Like chopping I'm dropping, still if that don't Do the job of Shady, then the karma will saying I must bring it as Mohammad Until the Parkinson's done eat away my And made me Williams crazy Or I end up dementia, but you rocking with a sadist to say this, but if the thought is entertaining I ain't till be sprayed it Oh my god, for man, not again I'm shaking But before I tie a rope this nob If they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until Wait I just forgot I was thinking it called again? I'm blanking The thing above the between my legs and I think I can feel it dangling, throbbing and it's veiny Wait I think I got it, okay I got you, Robin Williams hanging Go hang in the lobby unless you came to me Come on It's time, like your favorite hobby if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts and tried to my sausage as a hostage Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or I say Cobainer? That she's plain to my dick like Lorena Bobbit Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking chopped it, and stuck it up her armpits And she begun to a crumpet knife and paint the carpet at least that's what her train of is I came, saw, conquered, hit it quit it, and made up a plane of And I always end up giving these bitches complex And I mean apartment So spread your apart And let me see you do some yoga stretches, Now grab Cuisinart And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite And that's just to get in this bedroom, Walked up to that chick (what up?) Said my is Booger, wanna catch a flick? I'll let you pick, make her fetch a stick Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks To get familiar with learn extra quick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the exorcist Bitch, I said this mask ain't for hockey Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't me You deaf, girl, I said you was I'll tell a bitch Bizarre Bitch, shut the up and get in my car And my fucking dick while I take a shit And I think my dick so come blow my mind And it tastes humble pie So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my If I let you run the Humvee Unless Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away You gon' blow that rape on me (Squee!) I it I get lost with the gettin' off Like is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get lost we get to Las Vegas
(Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow)
Whatever happens here, here So go all the way dear Til we get to Las
Whatever happens in my room, it in my room like movie night like cable Treat every women in my stable like Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 In 7 nights in the days and it's our We circles and packs, we the lifesavers She got a boyfriend, I got a toy I'll her with me when I show up to her crib waving And I ain't tryna be the nice I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut I'm all out of razors And all I got is a gun with a bayonet on it Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a store With a about a million dollars your mama And sat did an ALS challenge, huh I stole that adlib from French, Bad & back at it again About to get my tatted again About to get a pic of a with an axe in his hand on a bike in the sand If you ain't been nothing that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram If she current I keep her pussy purring the pipes on a lamp Weed got her so eyed Look like she been getting high on a to Japan I my jewelry on while I'm fucking Sound I'm shaking up dice in a can Listen, though this ain't Christmas I you my ex miss If this is my I learn to give those who don't appreciate my The of my absence I know who you been listening to Got me up like Pookie in the chicken coop Bitch, I give a two shits Bitch, get the fuck out of my To make a long story short, I don't gotta stand there And listen to you while you throw a tantrum Even though I an affinity for witty banter to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer Hold up, she me I said saint, por Thought I said to wait, had doors I knock a nigga off Give him the of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever) I leave the club with my tab still Won't even get a cab for you and your The fear I have is of loathing And I won't even in 'till we get to Las Vegas
(Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow)
Whatever happens here, stays So let's go all the way Til we get to Las