i came here to tell you my loinz have been shakin`
my hips are gyratin`, my hitachi`s vibratin`
when i think about steaksauce from shoulders to fingers
leave it on till it lingers like top 40 pop singers
lick some beans off my thigh, i`ll shoot my load in your eye
you should savor the taste of my sweet poonanny pie
i carry it around with me in a bag that says versace
along with my hitachi and some soy or teriyaki
need some salt with that thing! a cock with no custard
like ketchup with no mustard (tight assholes make me flustered!)
bitches shittin` ma dickin` ma hittin` and bewitchin` ma
don`t need a phd to know that you`ve been forfeitin` ma
i need a ass with these fries...and some big-ass lips would be nice!!!!
heartattack
heartattack
i had a dream last night that i tried to take a bite
of 40 steaks lined up in a tantalizing line
i woke up in a cold sweat, my silk sheets were soakin` wet
thought about goin` to sleep, but then my pussy i pet!
with raging thoughts of burger pattties, burger fucking leather daddies
smoking fatties ratty catties thigh spreading apparati
my voice crax when i see greasy hands approaching me
i sniff your fingers one by one to find out what seasoning
you been lickin` off yo plate before tryna pop this coochie
musical youth passin` the dutchie, your palms cold like toffuti cutie
thank you baby, for suckin` me off my fucking cunt is your trough
now shut up , turn your head and cough
i love the way you treat me, now chew swallow and eat me
heartattack
heartattack
i`m cookin` crack on the stove to knock out my frontal lobe
and get my mind off the perversion that`s makin` my eyes roam
to bagz of fast food instead of well endowed dudes
tryna cop cool attitutes, git my fat ass in the nude
bitches tell me that i might die cuz every meal i eat is f-fried
but all i want is some sweet french friez
and a processed hot apple pie.
