Now who’s these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics?
Where’s my snare?
R-E-Y, motherfuckers-get used to the name
Couple of shots got your boy looser than change
Gotta party tonite, I’m in pursuit of some dames
and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Dash, former C-E-O
I’m talkin’ about goin’ out so I can see these Hoes
and I don’t mean Ho’ in the derogatory sense
Ho is short for “Honey”, you inflammatory gents
The kid is so respectful, please and thank you
but if I got the green light, I’ll squeeze and spank you
but Truth be told, I think I prefer the rack
She said she had Ds? Man, I heard that
Not a fan of straight Jack, don’t prefer the Cognac
Uncle Jager and Hypno gets me in the zone, jack
Her short skirt got me stifler like Seann William Scott
& seein’ her in a black lace thong would be hot
and maybe later we could get it on in my cot
Oops I meant bed, drinks have gone to my head
and all the dirty talk has already been said
She shut her phone off, won’t gaze at her cell
Makin’ this girl screech like this was saved by the bell
Call Reynolds, Cuz It’s A Rap. Er, Wrap.
I’ve got a belated Halloween party to go to tonite. I don’t know if it’s gonna be the usual group of people hanging out or if there will be some new hot (negotiable), single (negotiable), chicks present.
I think you can tell by the lyrics which one it is that ol’ Dr. Beardhussein is hoping for.
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