| My kinda bitch ain’t like your bitch
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| 'Coz my bitch don’t bitch at all
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| My bitch don’t blink, she don’t even think
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| About money or a fuckin' mall
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| My kinda bitch don’t fix her hair
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| She don’t care about what she wears
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| 'Coz she’s much too busy pullin' the worms out her butt
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| She ain’t bathed in years
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| My kinda bitch, I’ll never forget
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| We first met on a Ouija board
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| Miss Crabber Damned, she would chew on snakes
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| An' swallow a ninja sword
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| I said, «Hey, bitch, how do you do?
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| Some fucks call me Violent J»
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| She picked her nose an' flicked it at me
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| Smiled an' was on her way, my kinda bitch
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| My kinda bitch
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| My kinda bitch don’t fix her hair
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| She don’t care about what she wears
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| My kinda bitch don’t fix her hair
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| She don’t care about what she wears
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| My kinda bitch has a hole in her neck
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| An' has to talk like this, «I love you»
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| She can drink through it, ya' get used to it
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| It whistle every time we kiss
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| My kinda bitch gots one good tittie
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| The other one’s skinny an' red
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| She can make the one jiggle
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| The other one don’t do shit but just sit their dead
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| My kinda bitch has a wooden eye
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| With a nail stickin' half way out
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| It once caught a fire an' we all had to spit
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| In her face just to put it out
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| My kinda bitch is a little loopy
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| An' her ass might droop a bit
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| But I scoop that loop an' fold the flop
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| An' I fuck that pile of shit, my kinda bitch
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| My kinda bitch
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| My kinda bitch gots one good tittie
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| The other one’s skinny an' red
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| My kinda bitch gots one good tittie
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| Hello? |
| Um, my name is J, I’m from Detroit
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| I’m looking for a girl, who’s, um, dead
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| Um, a girl who can possibly fulfill
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| Some of my fetishes
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| Which include, um, dipping your titties in Faygo
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| And slapping my face with them
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| Um, jumping from the dresser
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| And landing on my balls, uh
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| My kinda bitch waits 'til I sleep
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| Then run an' fuck my friends
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| An' every time I break her legs
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| Then give my homie ends
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| She shot me once an' stabbed my neck
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| An' even broke my nose
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| But I lick her from her crooked neck
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| Down to her stringy toes, my kinda bitch
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| My kinda bitch
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| My kinda bitch waits 'til I sleep
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| Then run an' fuck my friends
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| My kinda bitch waits 'til I sleep then
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| Hello? |
| Uh, my name is Shaggs
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| And I’m looking for a girl
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| With a big, big fat fucking ass
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| And titties and a big fat fucking ass
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| And uh, I want my dick sucked
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| And I want my balls scratched
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| And I want her to scratch my ass
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| And twist my balls at the same time, that’s a must
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| And I’m looking for a girl
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| Who can stretch titties
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| And stuff 'em in her ass
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| Fuck, yeah, motherfucker
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| I’m lookin' for a bitch
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| I’m lookin' for a girl to fit my needs
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| My kinda bitch
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| We can have picnics under the moon
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| In the graveyard
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| We can have picnics under my house
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| My kinda bitch
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| I’m lookin' for a girl to die with
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| If you’re already dead, that’s cool
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| You can sit around an' wait for me to die
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| (My kinda bitch)
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| I’m lookin' for a girl to squeeze me
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| I’m lookin' for a girl to squeeze my balls
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| Let me squeeze your neck
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| This is Lisa
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| I’ve been a bad, bad girl |