What's up GhettoBootyCat Spit game At a BootyCat But don't remember her name White girls with ass are all the same They'll let anyone, ride their train.
GhettoBootyCats I know how to pick 'em Split 'em Then I ditch 'em Like a sex crime victim
The Galleria or the Sunrise Mall So many GhettoBootyCats It's like a Booty town hall
They're either shopping with their mom or their dad their girls Or hanging out With her skater boyfriend fag
I walk up Say my name's Dead Rabbit Turn around, bitch Let me grab it and stab it
She may Give a little game Before she gives me her name But the end result is always the same She ends up bent over And I'm straight fucking her hard Pulling her hair, holding her shoulders
And if she says she don't want None at all Then I give her an Orange Julius laced with Rohypnol
Cause I ain't ever giving up Till I buried deep in her butt And I roasting that rump
Chorus What's up GhettoBootyCat Spit game At a BootyCat But don't remember her name White girls with ass are all the same They'll let anyone, ride their train. (Repeat)
I want a girl who can cook A girl who can clean I like my bitches lean Like Avril Lavigne
But she's got to have an ass like a dream Like me hit it Pull out my milkshake makin machine And let me split it
In half, Four corners To the Nth degree I'm fucking bitches up till they set Mumia free
Till 2pac comes back, rescues rap Till someone sees Cheney goes rat-tat-tat-tat
I see a girl, I pick up Anally violate her Let my dick hiccup Semen right up in her
I feel like the world's greatest hero When my 747 hits your anal ground zero Now, I ain’t stopping till my dick starts to jerk I ain't stopping till your spine no longer works I ain't stopping, no ifs, ands, or butts I ain't stopping, till I'm fucking your guts
Chorus
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