Jimmy, better grab a seat.
Grab on your d*ck as this chick gets deep!
Deeper than the p*ssy of a chick 6 feet
Your d*ck felt sweet in this little petite.
Young honey from New Orleans, guaranteed to stay down.
Used to bring men outta town on Greyhound. Now I'm earth-bound, brotha's press to hit it! Play me like a chicken, thinkin" I'm pressed to get it!
Rather do the killin' than the stick-up Juxes. I'd rather shoot up prescriptions while you lick my p*ssy. You used to push me to the limit, got my feelings in it. Used to get me open while I was cummin" down your throat back then. You wanna be my main squeeze, brotha? Don't ya? You wanna lick between my petite knees, brotha? Don't you want to see me whippin" your 3 down the Ave?
Blow up spots on those hoes because I'm mad! Break up affairs, throw shots in the air. You f*cked me so good and started doin" it everywhere. Me, Mrs. Krueger shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me.
Pull out your d*ck so I can suck on it! Yeah, what Morrison?! I ain't got time for this! So, what, Morrison? I'm not tryin" to hear that sh!t! Now you wanna buy me Tiffany diamonds and Armani suits. Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots.
Things that make up for all the games and the lies. Hallmark cards sayin," "Twyla, baby, I apologize." Jim, are you with me? How could you ever deceive me? But payback's a b*tch, lover boy, believe me! Nah, I ain't no hoe, this ain't no street flow! Just a little somethin" to let yo a$$ know.
(I have nothing against Jim Morrison; I love him so much. This whole thing was just an idea that I came up with while in school.)