Bob George

Let me see ya dance New coat, huh? That's nice Did you buy it? Yeah, right You seeing that rich motherfucker again You know who I'm talking about That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth Don't try to play me for yesterday's fool Cause I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week I'm sorry baby, that's the rules I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker And all you do is suck up food and heat Say what? Oh yeah? For someone who can't stand them T.V. dinners You sure eat enough of them motherfuckers Who bought you that diamond ring? Yeah, right. Since when did you have a job? You seeing that rich motherfucker again What's his name? Bob? Bob, ain't that a bitch? What's he do for a living? Manage rock stars? Who? Prince? Ain't that a bitch? That skinny motherfucker with the high voice? Please, who do I look like baby? Yesterday's fool? Don't you know I will kill you now? You're fuckin' right. I gotta gun You think I don't? Then what's this? Oh, you quiet now Uh uh! Little? Yeah, right. It might be little but it's loud Yeah, right Uh uh! Now put that suitcase down And go in there And put on that wig I bought you No, no No, no The reddish-brown one Bob, ain't that a bitch? Oh Gotcha Got ya Hey Bob, if you're out there, let me see you dance You said you was funky C'mon, c'mon Ain't that a bitch? Bob (Come out with your hands up) I'll kick your ass (This is your last warning) Think I won't? (Oh no! The nigger's got a laser) (Let's get the hell out of here) Is Mr. George home? Hello, Mr. George? This is your conscience, motherfucker {that responds to his call, when} Why don't you leave motherfuckers alone? {slowed down to about to rpm, says} What's wrong with you? {"Operator, what city please?"} Well, why can't we just dance? Why can't we just dance? No, fuck that, fuck that I don't talk about you, I don't talk about you Wit' yo' little almond-shaped head ass Who the fuck do you think this is? I'll kick your ass, twice Bob, if you're out there Let me see you dance You said you were funky, c'mon B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what'd it say Same motherfuckin' shit Turn it out Bob, ain't that a bitch?