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If this was a game, I already know that I would come out winner/ And I'm not bragging, I'ma be in her/ But this bitch really think That I'm 'bout to buy her dinner/ My steak Good, I got a good cut like Splinter/ Juicy And hot, such a black bitch temper/ Now she Wanna talk and chop it up like a blender/ But I don't give a fuck or even listen Like Schindler/ She's cute but her forehead's big/ Got stretch marks like she got four kids/ Her Legs can't close like the four-door hinge Bronco That O. J. killed a white hoes With/ A wealthy White girl without the facelift/ Lured with Expensive dinners and a nice bracelet/ Leave the Bitch breathless, but what the bitch don't know is That I'm a motherfucking sellout and a rapist Baby, You're an angel, how 'bout we turn this into A fable of some sort?/ You already know you're dead, ironic 'cause your Lipstick's red, of course/ I stuffed you in a Trunk, drunk, 'cause all I really wanna do is Fuck and snort/ Blow, and snort Bluh, if this was a game, I would be Considered a motherfucking legend/ And I ain't tryna Gas you like Chevron/ But I'm high as fuck, Bitch, you really need to get on my leverage/ Now we're in the cabin, in the middle of, Uh/ Tryna find ways to really stuff you in My cabinet/ Dreamy little bastard, I done ran out Of luck/ So now it's time for a bloody Foot, you little rabbit/ You're very attractive and Notice that my hat is always the color of Cactus/ And I hang with wolves 'cause I'm an Evil bastard/ Pictures of you on my wall, no Glue, no tape, but just cum, plastered/ Met you At my school, departed in my house/ Ended at Your panties, started at your blouse/ Pushed you Downstairs, I took a nap up on the couch/ If you wanted a date, don't come/ Now you Gotta make it easy for you, don't run/ You Call this shit kids while I call these kids Cum/ And you call this shit rape but I Think that rape's fun/ Wait, now it's about eight Something/ It's late and you stuck down in my Base one/ Come downstairs with nothing but a Shoestring/ Yeah, bitch, this date's done Baby, You're an angel, how 'bout we turn this into A fable of some sort?/ You already know you're Dead, ironic 'cause your lipstick's red, of course/ I stuffed you in a trunk, drunk, 'cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort/ Blow, And snort You Wanna watch TV? Bluh Baby, you're an angel, how 'bout we turn This into a fable of some sort?/ You wanna Watch a movie? You already know you're dead, Ironic 'cause your lipstick's red, of course/ You Wanna something? I stuffed you in a trunk, drunk, 'cause all I really wanna do is fuck and Snort/ You wanna ride you the beach? snort You can Go anywhere Bluh I like my girls how I Like my drugs White Boy You so pretty Laying my arms I just got one request Stop breathing