Look at that lady, she wears bitch heels   The top of the blood, that's how we got skills   You can give her head and pretend that she's tight   You can make her hunger dead, she won't tell her friends   You can push her around, you can say she's no good   She's more than a tramp, she's not misunderstood   But we all know she is too clean   She don't know what she did so she's down on her knees      Start packing up meat, send it by the ounce   I'll give you fifteen bucks to see those titties bounce   Root canal exposed through a single bone   Your dick is her pet and it's undergrown   I'll make her cum, make her perspire   When she's crying in pain your dick is on fire   We got some spare change, you're all for me   You better pimp yourself for the guillotine      I love it when you shake your ass for me   Come on hoe do your best for me   I love it when you shake your ass for me   Come on hoe do your best for me