Step out of bounds and get yourself checked
and don’t be surprised when you get yourself wrecked.
Spin the car over and off the cliff
and sit down with the homies and smoke a fat spliff.
Drive by the church to help them see God
and when the bass kicks in just do the head nod.
Bump thru the cemetery
and dump a 40 for your homie,
The wheel motion in the BK parking lot
and if a bitch talks shit, a bitch get’s shot.
No more viewer participation
without a poonani reservation,
No more late night gangbangs
because you know I got my own set of fangs.
Bite you on the neck and back
and my tongue knows to follow the right track.
Using all the lost temptation of your charms
and when we cook baby, we set off smoke alarms.

09/12/2003

Posted on 09/12/2003
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