[Hook: NTHNG Pablo]
That's A K-R-E-W with a E
'N' a O 'n' a F 'n' a 7 & a 7 there
7 & a 7 there; 7 & a 7 there
7 & a 7 there: 7 & a 7
[Verse 1: Tim Cross]
Make that booty clap like black women in a baptist sermon
Or Eric Clapton fans begging hard for our returning
Lose the pants. Tell me if you're ready for this s**m, and
My dick head is so hard it's like the faces of of her parents
I go hard, and I just get it it. She chokes on co*k like cinnamon
Until she coughed up all my children, told me I was villainous
Well, we can't all be a hero
Trade Center plus 9/11 equals Ground Zero
Bend it over for the reverend. Don't pretend that you're an angel
This is not seven and heaven. This is not ABC Family
"You-you got me pregnant." And she dampens up the mood
When she sends me to the store for milk, pampers, and baby food
I got a potty-mouth, sh**tin' on whateva you spittin'
k**in' n***as that mention the krewe in any f**in' resentment;
And if I catch you on twitter tweeting some of my lyrics
They better be in quotes; or I'll piece you up to division
[Verse 2: NTHNG Pablo]
Go forth and then multiply. Wait this sh** ain't addin' up
She said she was seven-seven. I thought that was old enough
Jail bait but no seefood got me up in this orange jumpsuit
Cause I had the wardens daughter sayin' "f** me while I bump you."
Loud as f**, hear it. Smell it. Come and get a taste of us
I been sensin' I was different since my ex said I was dangerous
Deadly stuff like poison. Squirting demon semen daily
Into plastic cups at clinics just to try to raise a couple bucks
Bruh bruh I need cash, might become a stipper n***a
Oh wait I can't dance, so I can't become a stipper n***a
Hopefully I make it with this clap-happy rappin' stuff;
But for now, girl shake it like your a** contracted Parkinson's
b**h make it clap like like a seal in a tank, Go!
Don't touch me no, you sweaty, dirty, nasty, stank ho
I'm just tryna see you drop and pick my f**in' dollar up
Ms. bu*terworthless, come and s** some dick for a waffle guh