What I'm Here For

Don't make me make you frown
I'm Bif McFly
Your fly is down
You want a battle of wits
I wanna see your girls tits
Let her grab on my wiener
So I can come to grips
You know my demeanor
Hips lips and nip slips
Bacon strip bong rips
Roundhouse and scissor kicks
Roadhouse
Some Swazy shit
Point break no coast
The outsiders off sides dirty dancing with a ghost
Not from your school
Too fucking cool to shit in your pool
Don't make no bets
I might loose I may just forfeit yet
Na
I'm having too much fun taking what's yours
I'd rather spit my gum on your god damn floor
I'm having too much fun loosing the war
I'll spit my god damn blood on your mothers front door
Ring the bell and run
Should a bought that nest cam so Google and the cops can watch your house for fun

Read into it dude
If it's a service as opposed to a consumer controlled product
Someone else has access
And that someone else could be in contract with someone else
And I've never never been the type to trust someone else

But that's what I'm here for
To make you laugh and maybe think
Yeah that's what I'm here for
So why haven't you bought me a drink
Dummy

I bought a round of shots
You owe me bro
I'm the life of the party
I'm here on parole
This joint gets busted
I'm not to be trusted
I'll buy my way out with a bit of your soul
I don't blink
I dual wink
My rose colored glasses are fifty shades of pink
Prone to sink in a lake this deep
Keeper of the crypt feeling like a creep
My tombstone's a school zone
My paycheck's a bayonet
My private flights a pirates life
I home many pets

That's what I'm here for
To make you laugh and maybe think
Yeah that's what I'm here for
So why haven't you bought me a drink
Dummy



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Stone
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