That´s nice Did u buy it? Yeah, right U seeing that rich motherfucker again U know who I´m talking about That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth Don´t try to play me 4 yesterday´s fool Cuz 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 u do is suck up food and heat Say what? Oh yeah? 4 someone who can´t stand them T.V. dinners U sure eat enought of them motherfuckers Who bought u that diamond ring?
Yeah, right. Since when did u have a job? U 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 u know I will kill u now? U´re fuckin´ right. I gotta gun U think I don´t? Then what´s this?
Oh, u 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 U No, No No, No The reddish-brown one Bob, ain´t that a bitch? Oh Gotcha Got ya
Hey Bob, if u´re out there, let me see u dance U said u 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? {Note: The high pitched voice} This is your conscience, motherfucker {that responds to his call, when}
Why don´t u leave motherfuckers alone? {slowed down to about 2 rpm,says} What´s wrong with u? {"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 u, I don´t talk about u Wit´ yo´ little almond-shaped head ass Who the fuck do u think this is? I´ll kick your ass... twice
Bob, if u´re out there Let me see u dance U said u were funky, c´mon
B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what´d it say Same motherfuckin´ shit