[Verse 1: Mr. Morbid]
This is for the callgirls, prostitutes, strippers and p**nstars
b**hes that extinguish cigarettes on their fore arms
Hoes that walk around feeling dead like their souls gone
But I got love for you, Imma tell you to hold on
People always tell me that my heads quite twisted
Cause I love walking around in the red light district
Seeing mad dime b**hes, in that fastlife business
Just attracts my interest, but you cats don't get this
I've been heavily addicted to these hoes since a teenager
And me paying for p**y is like I'm freebasing
I can't stop it, I need s** and they need paper
A perfect transaction, money got their a** clapping
Sitting right behind the gla** tapping, with their fingernails
Windowshopping like a wintersale, I pick the finest b**hes
Theres no business like vagina business
These hoes get it cause their blinds are lifted
[Verse 2: Mr. Morbid]
Dark streets, red lights, b**hes licking their lips
Thick in the hips, rubbing their fingertips on their tits
Addicted to this, I can't get enough of this sh**
They s**ing my dick and f**ing these chicks, I'm not gonna quit
I could care less if you got a problem with this
And you have to understand this sh** will always exist
It's as old as the world is, and these hoes know the purpose
Racking in the doe when they work it
Pros in the circuit, I know we only see
What's shown on the surface, but know that it's worth it
The globe isn't perfect of course it's shady
I live among the streetwalkers and aborted babies
And who*es are ladies and vice versa
A nice person can turn to a wife murderer, surgical knife hurting her
The point is, it's easy to judge, but needing to f**
And women needing a buck is convient stuff