[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