Gal, let me see ya dance   New coat, huh?   That's nice, did you buy it?   Yeah, right      You seein' that rich motherfucker again   You know who I'm talkin' about   That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth   Don't try to play me for 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 you do is suck up food and eat   Say what? Oh yeah?   For someone who can't stand them TV 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   Why don't you leave motherfuckers alone?   What's wrong with you?   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   [Incomprehensible] 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?