No, fuck that, fuck that
[Incomprehensible] yo little almond shaped head ass
And all you do is suck up food and eat
For someone who can't stand them TV dinners
Why can't we just dance?
Don't try to play me for yesterday's fool
Yeah right, since when did you have a job?
And put on that wig I bought you, no, no no, no
Oh, you quiet now, uh uh
Who, Prince? Ain't that a bitch?
You're fuckin' right, I gotta gun
You said you were funky, c'mon
Is Mr. George home? Hello, Mr. George?
Ain't that a bitch? Bob
You sure eat enough of them motherfuckers
I'll kick your ass, twice
You seein' that rich motherfucker again
Please, who do I look like baby? Yesterday's fool?
What's his name? Bob? Bob, ain't that a bitch?
Come out with your hands up, I'll kick your ass
Say what? Oh yeah?
Bob, if you're out there
I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker
Yeah, right, uh uh
I don't talk about you, I don't talk about you
This is your conscience, motherfucker
'Cuz I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week
This is your last warning, think I won't?
You seeing that rich motherfucker again
You know who I'm talkin' about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Why don't you leave motherfuckers alone?
Let's get the hell out of here
Well, why can't we just dance?
Oh, gotcha, got ya
I'm sorry baby, that's the rules
Now put that suitcase down and go in there
That skinny motherfucker with the high voice?
Oh no, the nigger's got a laser
Same motherfuckin' shit
Don't you know I will kill you now?
Yeah, right
Who bought you that diamond ring?
Who the fuck do you think this is?
Hey Bob, if you're out there, let me see you dance
Little? Yeah right, it might be little but it's loud
The reddish-brown one, Bob, ain't that a bitch?
You think I don't? Then what's this?
What's wrong with you?
What's he do for a living? Manage rock stars?
B O B, spell the shit backwards, what'd it say
You said you was funky, c'mon, c'mon
That's nice, did you buy it?
Let me see you dance
