Cuizinier, with your little dick surrounded by ginger pubes   I can't believe you could think we want you   Even if you were in the dark,   Or if you kept your pajamas on   Or your nightshirt that looks like an old t-shirt   Keep your shirt on, it'll lessen the damage, bastard      I want to see you   In a porno   In action with your cock   Shaped like potatoes or fries   To know everything   About your anatomy   On your cousin Teki   And your sex toys      Cuizi, what is   Your favorite position?   Your Olympic performances   But there's nothing orgasmic about you   You are totally naked   Under your apron   Ready to go   But I'm telling you, it isn't happening      You dream of a fluorescent Hummer   Designed by Akroe   But you don't have a license   You always take the metro      Superstar by night, your life returns to normal after   No need to hide behind sunglasses   From people who recognize you   Your green card awaits you, dude   These aren't empty words   I've succeeded in making you   One with my scanner   Admission is free tonight   It's the only reason we'd leave   So girls, we're walking   Yeah, we're going to Chippendales   We don't plan to spend our night with clowns   We want to see some pecs, guys hung like bulls      Your posters of Lil Jon cover those of Magic Johnson   Your body is too crunk to dunk      Cuiziner, it's you who I want to see   Who I want to see tonight   Being made fun of by a girl who raps better than you   My 10 fingers aren't enough to count those in the room   Those girls like me who know what you're worth naked