I'm f**ing b**hes, the last ones mad she hasn't been paid
And now a days I'm f**ing b**hes like half of my age (28)
"Why?" cause their more keen... "Here, Paul man, that's fourteen!"
Not literally dickhead, I'm not some predator nor fiend
But I'm f**ing any b**h that spreads her hips on my mattress
Recently I lost a little weight but still I'm stuck with this fat dick
I'll need a postal b**h to handle this package
Or a magician, if it fits in then that sh** there's some magic!
I'm manipulating dumb b**hes and s*uts to sit upon my dick
By telling them I'll take them with me when I make it big
I tell a b**h to s** my dick, stop acting so stuck up and dumb
Cause if you don't s** my dick then how can you expect to succumb?
I ain't no player but most of these b**hes these days are retards!
f** them hard and send them off with your regards
And they're happy as ever, to impress ya
They'll s** the bell and clean the cheddar right off it
I don't mean cheese as in profit...
b*tchES HAVE LOST IT, now all they do is gossip and talk sh**
Most of it nonsense, can't keep a promise, constantly want things
Never stay faithful, can't keep things honest then expect us to crawl
On our knees, begging and pleading in attempts to get a piece!!!
b**h please! you're probably diseased
Even protection couldn't protect me in between those dirty knees!
I'd rather do it myself when I feel the need
Instead of visiting the clinic every time we...
fu*k ME! what is that you're wearing
Thats got me staring and my soldier at ease?
Screw this song lets get to working on
Getting you out of those panties...