(Yo, yo) Love with the wild ones (Yeah, yeah) Still I wanna hate (hate, hate) She could be my child, son
My hairs dumb, my shoes loose ‘Least I can fix both what can you do? Got a few screws not quite tightened right I can make your ears fall off Mike Tyson fight Mic in my right grip, right ’til I write one of these shitty songs But my life of excitement is nothing but these nights watching dykes hit a bong
Stupid girls are abundant, head full of dumb shit That Ms. Kim Kardash said you must get Wish I had a musket shoot her in her butt quick If she had nuts she’d probably be OG [?]
Karizma is the [?], very much an [?] Now I’ll expose every hoe, wanna come with? Starting with the college broads first (oh yeah, oh yeah) Dude if she’s kissing me she’s probably not yours Holly’s off, calling shots, Molly poppers then the party stops So she’s got the lollypoppers Wanna call the cops when you saw what occurred in the bed but I guess it’s the pot you done stirred
Hey, what can I say? I’m in love with the wild ones Hey, still I wanna hate Cause she could be my child, son Dang, still I wanna slay, just one more time hun Wait, give the kid a break, I ain”t never gonna find love Cause I’m a douche bag, douche bag I ain”t gonna change man who asked Get your hands up in agreement Now we all suck, trust me I mean it
We got ladies who just turned the legal age (I’m 18, I’m 18) They don’t care what the people say They wanna snort this, then abort kids As they buy weed but a baby can’t afford it [Karizma, Mocking – I’m a woman, I’m important:] Fuck that! You like a cum splat all over your face and your butt crack And I don’t care if I cross lines Imma cross lines of the enemy, and I’m just fine You got hate and I hate that you’re hateful My hearts on a plate on our date and you ain’t full Take my soul, finest steak and you shake, you ain’t got nothing left to break but my ankles Honey thank you, I learned such a lot here Now drop what you got on your top tier Then drop what your mom feared would get you caught up with the bitches that belong here Now I’m an ass but I’m asking you this Why do you act like the nastiest chick? It’s not hot, well okay it is babe but stop acting like a slut for your kids sake
But hey, what can I say? I’m in love with the wild ones Hey, still I wanna hate She could be my child, son Dang, still I wanna slay, just one more time hun Wait, give the kid a break, I ain’t never gonna find love