Look at that lady, she wears bitch heels The top of the blood, that’s how we got skills You can give her head and pretend that she’s tight You can make her call you dad and she won’t tell her friends You can push her around, you can say she’s no good She isn't more than a tramp, you're misunderstood But we all know she is too clean She doesn’t know what she did so she’s down on her knees So, package the meat, send it by the ounce I’ll give you fifteen bucks to see those titties bounce Root canal exposed through a single bone Your dick is her pet and it’s time to grow Make her cum, make her perspire When she’s crying in pain your dick is on fire You got some spare change, you’re all for me You better pimp yourself for the guillotine I love it when you shake your ass for me Come on, hoe, do your best for me I love it when you shake your ass for me Come on, hoe, do your best for me