Lyrics:
Intro: R. Kelly (Sean Paul)
All the ladies in the club (Send on!!!)
It's your boyfriend would you wine for me
All the ladies in the club
a sandwich out of the last unicorn on the planet
Makin' a sandwich, makin' a sandwich out of
U. N. I. C. O. R. N. - killin' and killin' and killin' again
U.
F. R. A. N. K. enstein
Brought to life by a maniacal mind
A second hand heart pumps spiritless slime
I wanna be I wanna be a Frankenstein
F. R. A. N.
friend stay wylin
She wanna go and meet follie
R. I. P. To follies
Yea this hoe sweet
She too tuff to beat
She just like my meat
She stay suckin me
This
I'll Shit on You, I'll pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's Night 2"
all blue
R. I. P. Nip, you loved too
Drop a play I gotta call though
She making plans but that doesn't mean I call through
Extra clip up in my draws
in, dropped in like the apex
Kick more game than a payless, say less.
It's me, E double D like a playtex
R. Eddie gotta save his paychecks, so he stick
again
I'm pissed again
R. Kelly, I may just piss again
Bash my skull in with a bat, just please don't call me Glenn again
If it's not foreign it's boring
as Vanilla Ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung
Like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind"
a Range Rover
Like a dollar bill I had to unfold her, ummm hmmm
R. Kells cop three in the shack, Sean Paul
hit the back and never came back
You know we
as Vanilla Ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung
Like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind"
the back, spank the cheeks
Pulled her hair, pushed it deep
Pound da meat, sound asleep
Found a beach, grind and freak
Manage a trois, roll with R.
Posed
this nigga tryna be funny
Tuh, the fuck? I can't fuckin' fit
I'm not R. Kelly, don't touch kids, I'm tryna touch a brick
I'm not talkin' gang shit
to snatch that nigga brain)
Yeah
I had to make it rain (make that mothafucka rain)
Yeah
R. Kelly let that fuckin' choppa sing, yeah (make it sing)
trigger
Pussy can't trick you off the street
Nope you can't best of me
I still wanna give you best of me
But R. I. P
To L. O. V. E
I got the skat pack (huh)
Wahlberg on a bitch, uh
Charlie Sheen on a bitch, uh
She a bully, she a mean on the dick, uh
R. Kelly, finna pee on a bitch, uh
Good, I can make a scene
up on these niggas like R. Kelly, though
Heard about your dick size from your bitch, I heard you got it, bro
I can't fuck with twinks, I like my niggas
what, this ya boy R. Prophit whassup?!
[Hook: Big V]
Nappy head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin trees
This is the life God
him in the river
Chor-coal gray R.
12 cylinders bulletproof sentance
'Trial day sentances'
I sound like who
You sound like trash
Get off my
Food thought you can eat mine
Light years ahead n***a eons
R. Kelly that ass you get peed on
Dye your hair all types of neon
That's not the type of shit
Brrrr, brrrr
See a opp, wet him
Wetty, we deadly
Too fly, R. Kelly
Lay it up, all jelly
I'm from the beast of the belly
I gotta be off the meddies
ain't it?
Been sipping this Remy I'm faded
But still I be, concentrated
R. I. P mama I made it
Estate that I live in is gated
Whenever I talk it's
and the gang and we lit inna telly
Got a new bitch I put dick in her belly
My diamonds they yellow like piss, no R. Kelly
She wanna eat up the meat like
every false Idol From the Baphomet to the Religious Titles
E. M. E. R. G Ency
Everybody Leader Everybody Leader pick up your keys
Unlock your spiritual
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