EPTbitch, you mistaken, you call rape, you ain't takin his balls
Looks to me like your average case of withdrawal
Got my face in the palm, now she's aggravated I ain't chasin' the ball
I pop that shit in her drink, and watch it dissolve quicker
Than a snickers bar to a fat bitch at a call center
Says she's on a similar kick; this hot ticket's
like a gift from the Gods;
I'm like *Mission Accomplished*
But I can't promise to repair that stitch in your jaw
'Back in the kitchen, wash them dishes, you ain't listen at all
Think I crossed them prison guards so I could visit you broads?
I'll leave you in the shiverin' frost to kick rocks with my dick in a box
The older the berry, the richer the sauce
And the thicker - now I gotta administer gauze
I said, Listen to Sarge, "Them women in the gym are gonna bend over quick,
and in a minute, I give a percentage of 'em considerate pause"
R-r-ribbit, I snip it and all them jaws started spinnin like pond ripples
and stones I skip 'em accross
Take a critical hit, while your homie's lickin' his crotch
Suckin a popsickle, thinkin, "I'ma stick to the 'toss"
The shit's pitiful, but if I get on the gin, I'ma flip
Hit your general clique with mixed chemicals,
Incredible quips like tentacle grips, and tits, genitals,
And Benadryl Drips - I think I'm on an Oedipal stint
Gimme some Jack Frost and a hash pipe so I can calm down
On the ball now, no crack 'draws from last night
All y'all slack-jaweds get black-balled and capsized
While I gaslight all the smack talk your ass writes
