1:30 a.m. - 2005-07-21
We wore the little pleated skirts and hiked them up to show our goods
Nuns beat hoes up with rulers as in line for cigarettes we stood
In sweater vests we learned to stay chaste and 'bout 'macculate conception
While at recess we read Hustler, compared means of contra.
came here to tell you my loinz have been shakin'
my hips are gyratin', my hitachi's vibratin'
i'll shoot my load in your eye
you should savor the taste of my sweet poonanny pie
i carry it around with me in a bag that says versace
Sittin' talkin' shit about small dix with gnarly tips
I was a faded little bitch munchin' on chips and a fish sandwich
I'm kinda like a hotel, always got someone in my bed
This night was no exception and of course he wanted head
I reluctantly approached the tiny thing he had down south
Cuz I'm a filthy little slut, I like to take it in the mouth
I couldn't manage nothin' and that boner asked me why
I said, "You can't bone my mouth when my mouth is bone dry"
You’re missing out on hot ass humps cus I spread legs like anthrax
And Kenny G type blowjobz cuz I play a mean skin sax
Don’t even try to play me bitch
Don’t even try to front
You think that you want dong
But I know you want wet cunt
And there you go
Bein’ all sick
Are you stupid, girl?
Of COURSE I want the dick!!!!
