[Intro]
Jon Kilmer the filmer!
I got bars for days!
GUILTY!
[Verse 1]
I get cheeks then I chuck the deuce
Bag it up and pack it up and now your girl is old news
But I got to admit, she was a little cutie
Her legs were acute, then I made 'em obtuse
She tackled my co*k like Teddy Bruschi
I met her last night, yeah she barely knew me
I heard she had a small v-jay
So it's down to logistics, if my dick fits (uhyuuuu)
Me and your girl both spit, only difference is
I'm packing hammer dips, oh baby
Got another b**h calling, I gotta run
Gonna knock her p**y out in one shot like the Golden Gun
I got restraining orders on these b**hes
I can't get rid of these mother f**ing b**hes
I'll travel the 95 and find Denise Richards
Then I'll f** her in the bu*t till she needs 50 stitches
[Verse 2]
I'm with b**hes in bikinis, drinking Bellinis
These haters wanna talk but they won't even see me
I'm sick of these mother f**ing wise guys
So I'm farting in the pillow and I'll leave 'em with a pink eye
Got a couple hoes on my roster
Living life everyday like I'm a rock star
Your man's got a dick that's only sub-par
So the girls dial 1-800-JON-KILMER
Got your b**h in my cabana, eating bananas
She's sitting on my lap like I'm mother f**ing Santa
I'm in London, drinking gin and tonic
Bossy b**hes in my flat, ironic
I'm having s** on my private jet
Getting BJs on my PJs (oh baby)
Did a song with Huey: Kilmer got laid
Did a song with Mike Stud: Kilmer got laid AGAIN