KILLA FUNK
Bitch get a grip
Better quit talking slick
'Fore I go upside your head
Like I used to hit a lick
If she's a man eater
Then I'm a pussy beater
Fucked her real good
Then I threw her off my peter
Sucking blood like a skeeter
You know I will defeat her
Try to keep her on a leash
But you can't fight the Seether
Roaming down the boulevard
Took a shit in your yard
Play the hand I'm dealt
Don't bother looking at my cards
Dishing out hysterectomies
And chemical vasectomies
Going in your pockets
While I'm looking at you pleasantly
Gang without a G
You're gonna get an A-N
Put ME in the middle
Yo can I get an Amen
Suckers can't talk
Yo I'm put 'em on that mime shit
Silence of the Lambs
Yeah you better go rewind it
I can smell your cunt
From two miles away
Break you off a piece
Then I'll send you on your way
I keep this shit simple
There ain't nothing to it
Simple is as simple does
That's how we do it
Take a box of chocolates
Rip it open grab the best
Just like I'm pulling out
My digging stick
And busting on her chest
W-T-F-D-I-D you S-A-Y?
Seventeen texts
And she didn't get one reply
Shut em down quick
And we're setting up shop
If she's shakin that ass
I'm gonna wanna see it drop
Like the Ying-Yang Twins
Gonna find me a spinner
All up in that ass
Didn't even buy her dinner
Better quit talking slick
'Fore I go upside your head
Like I used to hit a lick
If she's a man eater
Then I'm a pussy beater
Fucked her real good
Then I threw her off my peter
Sucking blood like a skeeter
You know I will defeat her
Try to keep her on a leash
But you can't fight the Seether
Roaming down the boulevard
Took a shit in your yard
Play the hand I'm dealt
Don't bother looking at my cards
Dishing out hysterectomies
And chemical vasectomies
Going in your pockets
While I'm looking at you pleasantly
Gang without a G
You're gonna get an A-N
Put ME in the middle
Yo can I get an Amen
Suckers can't talk
Yo I'm put 'em on that mime shit
Silence of the Lambs
Yeah you better go rewind it
I can smell your cunt
From two miles away
Break you off a piece
Then I'll send you on your way
I keep this shit simple
There ain't nothing to it
Simple is as simple does
That's how we do it
Take a box of chocolates
Rip it open grab the best
Just like I'm pulling out
My digging stick
And busting on her chest
W-T-F-D-I-D you S-A-Y?
Seventeen texts
And she didn't get one reply
Shut em down quick
And we're setting up shop
If she's shakin that ass
I'm gonna wanna see it drop
Like the Ying-Yang Twins
Gonna find me a spinner
All up in that ass
Didn't even buy her dinner
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Writer(s): Chris Neal
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