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 call you dad and she won’t tell her friends
You can push her around, you can say she’s no good
She isn't more than a tramp, you're misunderstood
But we all know she is too clean
She doesn’t know what she did so she’s down on her knees

So, package the 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 time to grow
Make her cum, make her perspire
When she’s crying in pain your dick is on fire
You 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