Yeah, we kin. Let me spit a free for all those single, boy-friend'ed up and married femailes. The one's legal, a little less legal and the darn right 'you wait four more years son'... for the busty girls and only the busty girls
'Yo bytch let me slap do's t*ts

Let me bury mah face all up into do's t*ts

And if ya got a nipple stud

I'll concentrate on the secondary nipple, bud

Because bud over here

Don't like the metallic taste in my mouth

And If I venture on down south

I'll pause and be like 'you first bytch'

Push your head down... open up dat throat

wrench, wrench, wrench

Choke, choke, choke...

I aint really going down you you bytch... Joke
I love mah bytches


