[Verse 1: Fatt Happy Tony]
Thinking that my face is so symmetrical
As she's licking all the sweat up off my testicles
I tell her that she's investable
Which means I'll put a little in before I let ya go
This ain't no friendly sh**, this is s**ual
Why do these women get caught up with the conceptual?
It's a game girl, pick up the dice and f**ing roll ‘em
It's a shame, that you went and made friends because I sold ‘em
Bought you off your daddy for only six dollars
Trained you from fifteen to run when the dick hollers
Whenever there's a glimpse of sunshine, the whip follows
And it's obvious your audience have minds boggled
Stricken with fear
As you're writhing with tears
In wait for the man with straight blade and trim beard
Who already played an escort, to three of my best who*es
Now that they're at rest, I guess d**h scores
[Hook: Fatt Happy Tony]
He's a k**er
He's a k**er
He's a k**ing machine
[Verse 2: Fatt Happy Tony]
Dear Holy Father
I'm sorry about the slaughter
I didn't mean to turn your only daughter, into a martyr
As my fingertips slid up her thigh to grip the garter
And candlewicks died, the room grew a little darker
Jesus, I really thought that I was smarter
Why the f** did I let my blood boiler start up?
And leave her neck scarred up
And the building charred up
How can I live? I deserve to be tarred up
But I've got enough money to deflect the charges
Making it official that the k**er's still at large
We can find a scapegoat for the altar
I'll walk out whistling like a song bird
Take bets, change odds, then conquer
Pa** judgment like false gods until my jaws hurt
[Hook 2: Fatt Happy Tony]
He's a k**er
He's a k**er
He's a k**ing machine
And when he hits the scene, you can hear the girls scream