Homecoming Queen

[Bridge] Love me, love me, long time Love me, love me (love me) Love me, love me, long time Love me, love me, long (bang bang) [Verse 1: Mr. Eon] I spit dumber slang and Clubber Lang Her toosh ain't the same just like a rubber band Prepare to bareback, Eon champ, rare facts To fucking unknowns, he still be getting a share of that I'm too high, making these whores melt Bring the pent undergarments, you would shit yourself My last five rhymes, catch 'em by lines So in the New York Times, in the city writing rhymes High and Mighty elusive Authenticate jerseys, my DJ wear Nike exclusives Her pint sauce gained her a peep with the light sauce Walking on stilts, must look like a high rise Score the subversive with perfect cursive Man ain't shit versus his penmanship Creating death traps using 40 wet naps Have him coming 40 days soon, he better get back [Hook 1] You a homecoming queen turned heroine fiend Make 'em go (ahh) so you know when I cream You just out the cradle discovering anal Make 'em go (ohh) to all my [?] fables You a porn star diva in g-string cheetah Make 'em go (ahh) when I'm eating shaved beavers Thigh high guarders, asking for it harder Make 'em go (ooh) call me your fucking father [Verse 2: R.A. the Rugged Man] Ayyo, I'm ugly as shit, the Elephant Man John Merrick, the modern day Rocky Deniss We cracking sack like we black rappers, I'm hillbilly Horse back-riding, I drive tractors, I'm ass backwards In the farmland with the one-arm man I don't get no pussy, I fuck my hand Caution, this ain't recommended for the weak hearted Special ED student, I'm half retarded When I was banned from the Jive office I brought a chick with a two foot vibrator up to Rawkus Rugged Man, the autobiography The pornography, dirty version of Dostoyevsky My little brothers and sisters, they both wheel-chaired up They can't talk, can't see and they can't stand up They might prank-call your house, make noise and hang up Get excited, fall out they beds and get banged up [Hook 2] You a homecoming queen turned heroine fiend Make 'em go (ahh) so you know when I cream Thigh high guarders, asking for it harder Make 'em go (ooh) call me your fucking father [Bridge] [Verse 3: Mr. Eon] I'm masturbating in my cellar Fantasizing about a threesome with Sarah Michelle Gellar and Helen Keller Didn't like Helen, but how was I going to tell her? Stuck my balls in her nose and knew she could smell 'em I'm still shaving box in her old age, full blown AIDS More mistakes than what's a good vomit [?] And now I'm hitting skanks dressing scandaly clad Asking me to be their fucking fantasy dad [Verse 4: R.A. the Rugged Man] Born to be bad, white rhymer, night rider I'm the male version of Elvira At the diner, finger popping waitresses Fake lyricist-es, stick my dick in their mouths We take pisses, my dick is eight inches At least that's what I say to bitches Even if I added two extra fake inches Bitch love me, 2001, still dirty crusty [Hook 1]