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Jun 12
2008
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SJ I'M A LITTLE BIT CUN-TRY/ OP I'M A LITTLE BIT ROCK ‘N' ROLL SJ I'M NOT/ ANOTHER ONE O' THOSE/
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS METROS/
GETTIN' PEDICURES, 'TTENDIN' PET SHOWS/ (BANG)
OP
I’M A MODERN DAY PLAY ON MODERN WAYS METRO? BET YOUR ASS AND YOUR TOUPEE HETRO
BUT I’M GAY IN A STRAIGHT WAY LET GO OF YA OLD WAYS RETRO OK?
LADIES THEY PAY THEIR OWN WAY AND STAY OUT LATE
WHILE I STAY HOME BAKE, I DON’T STAY HOME MAD I STAY HOME GLAD
I COULD BE A STAY HOME DAD/
I EVEN LET EM GET THEIR OWN WAY AS LONG AS THEY (BANG)/
SJ
WHAT'S THE WORLD COMIN' TO/
WHEN YOU TURNIN' INTO WOMEN TOO/
THEN NEXT, INJECT, MEN GET PREG TOO/
EGG COOKIN' IN THE KITCHEN WHILE YA WIFEY'S CHANNEL FLICKIN'/
SO SHE GOT YA THINKIN', BUT SHE BINGE DRINKIN' (BANG) OP "IM NO SHRINKIN VIOLET AND NO WINGER AND MY STYLE IS NON VIOLENT WITH NO INJURIES/
LISTENIN TO ME WIFE BEATER,
YOU SHOULD TRY THAT BEAVER EATIN
SO SHE CAN GET SOME SATISFACTION WHEN YOU" (BANG) OP
"I LIKE A WOMAN LIKE A LABEL, SHE INDEPENDENT/
NO DEPEND PAD SPONSORS SHE JUST SWEET SCENTED/
NO MONSTERS GET IT WITH...
NAMES LIKE MAYBEL AND A WOOLLY MAMMOTH BELOW THE NAVEL (BANG)//
SJ
DISTASTEFUL YOU CHASIN'/ WOMEN NOTHIN' BUT DISGRACEFUL/
WANT IT IN THE BUTT, THEN FACIAL/
YEAH I'M LIVIN' IN THE JUNGLE WHILE YOU LIVIN' IN A BUBBLE/
LIKE BARNEY RUBBLE – GOT NO TROUBLE WITH THE STUBBLE/
I LOVE A WOMAN FROM THE VALLEY/
AND I AIN'T TALKIN' BOUT A DOUBLE D PAMMY/
I AIN'T BORAT/ DON'T AIM FOR DAT/
BOTH LIPS TOO LOOSE/
I'MA CHOOSE THE CRACK, NOT A FLAP WHEN I (BANG)// OP
THE BLACK JAM I'M NOT WITH IT/
AND IF HER FRONT HANGS LIKE A SLEEVE OF A WIZARD I DON’T PLAN TA VISIT/
BUT SHE COULD BE A MUTANT AS LONG AS SHE A SHAVER/
AND AS BALD AS CHARLES XAVIER (BANG)//
SJ
IT AIN'T A MAJOR/ IF SHE AIN'T A MAINTAINER/
THESE PUSSYCATS BETTER BE HOUSE-TRAINED/
I'M A HANDYMAN, NOT A CANDYMAN/
GET THE BIRDS OUT THE CAGE, AND I CAN BE A FAMILY MAN (BANG)//
LOOK LOOK, I AIN’T ASKIN’ FOR MUCH/
JUST A 5 COURSE DINNER, IN THE MORNIN’ SOME BRUNCH/
COOK COOK, WHAT YA WANNA, JUST MAKE SURE IT GOT MY MAMA TOUCH/
I’MA PUT THE BUN UP IN THE OVEN SPREAD THE LOVIN’, BUT/
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DAYS WHEN GIRLS WERE CALLED BIRDS AND WOULDN’T/
HUSH YA WORDS/ NO THEY COULDN’T/
TOUCH UP ON YA NERVES/
UNDERSTOOD IT – THAT WE THE KING OF THE WORLD//
OP I WANT A GO GETTER WITH GET UP AND GO/ NO GO-GO GET UPS OR GHETTO HOES/ NO ‘GET UP AND GO’/ NO THROWBACK, PRIMITIVE ASS, WITH LIMITED MASS/ WHOSE ONLY GOAL IS TA SPLIT ‘EM HALF/ A REGULAR GUY LOOKIN’ FOR REGULAR FLY/ BUT I CHECK ‘EM WITH SPECULUMS/ FIND A SPECK IN ‘EM I’M REJECTIN’ ‘EM/ GUYS ALL AGREE ON ONE MAN “WE NEED A CHICKEN TA BANG LIKE CHITTY CHITTY BANG…” © 2008 Y. Moodley/S. McQuinn/M. Bridgman-Cooper/S. Holloway (Control)




