never less with my black cape
No underwear in my green Cadillac
my body never wear underwear
Girl stare, I pluck any pubic hair
I'm crazy with a switchblade
I cut jaws, the face of a wild shark
I love cow can, roof can, a dog bark
make a woman catch ra bies
from a jar like the babies
I like cereal, yo, you Captain Crunch
I'm off to lunch and I don't
Girls cook my butter beans
brothers with chicken pox
I got the measles and mumps,
You actin' like that cause I'm sick,
I see you last night walk
I ate two cats, a rat, and a rotten egg
I'm still hungry, should I call Mother Goose?
I like rose spray mixed in my gin and juice
You better go get sprayed
my private piece is quite long
As I masturbate, every time about eight
The last time, I masturbated
Shirley Temple, Cherry Curl
You walk around through a toilet
I know the spokes of white,
Polka dot gray, I'm satisfied,
I need a mustard from the Whataburger
I take my girl to King Burger
You better rush on in and order fries
and start peeing in your eyes
Like Guru Mapao, surprise, surprise
of course you see my rubber
I ain't the one you got to plumber
You look around the corner
You look around the corner
I may even fall to your rectum
collard greens I respect them
while girls pull they pants down
I'm drinking straight rum
acting like it's bubble gum
I got no cables, no boost
Look in the back, I got no room,
I better hide what's left at 7 -11
Call up the ranger, the phantom at 11
He got the black boot stains
and damn female birds peck
I got no rags to clean, I love to vomit
It makes me sexy, my underwear atomic
but smellin' cookin' flour
I call your house and let it ring for a hour
I got to clean up my house,
I know when he's gray and cool,
seen him through peripheral vision
Yeah, you know I seen him
I look around the corner,
I look around the corner,
That's right, stop trying to peek
Looking in my back, see your big eyes
Watching my window, let me go
As I look around, I must fly away
Big eyes, your pupils show