House Cleaning Blues

[Verse 1: Zin-Zeta] Last night, I had a party on some "mardi gras" sh*t Naughty broads getting horny off Omarion Jungle bitches getting drunk off Bacardi Getting f*cked in Ferrari cars... Sorry, ma' I had to borrow your wide-angle lens for this one Pulled out the 5D and got my Safari on Took some great shots I could sell for top dollar And laugh my way to the bank with/banquet - hardy har But, back to the party: a fight broke out With some lesbian bitches - a psycho bout Tits popped out, so the Canon came out I took more shots 'fore throwing them dyke hoes out And that's when I surveyed the house Noticed the huge mess and made everybody bounce Stains over the rug, holes in my couch And a dead chick with a cum-load in her mouth What the f*ck... [Hook: Mae Questel] ♪ Duh-doo, dooooooooo... I've got those house-cleaning blues There's floors to scrub, and windows to rub I've got those house-cleaning blues So much to do, I'll never get through I'm getting tired of cleaning things I've got those house cleaning blues ♫ [Verse 2: Zin-Zeta] Where do I begin with this pig sty The walls look like niggas bent over and let sh*t fly Sh*t stains in the restroom Graffiti on the walls of the guest room This sh*t's gon' have me dead soon Niggas gave a whole new meaning to the term "rec-room" And, I ain't done a lot of sweeping lately But niggas got me feelin' like a cleaning lady But, get this: remember the dead chick? I found her in the kitchen, making me breakfast She hadn't died - she had just had a seizure And the white sh*t in her mouth was that foamy stuff The best part was, she was willing to clean She told me she was a fan and wanted to join the team So, putting her on was an easy choice to make Now we've both got the blues, and the sh*t feels great That's what's up... [Hook: Mae Questel] ♪ Duh-doo, dooooooooo... I've got those house-cleaning blues There's floors to scrub, and windows to rub I've got those house-cleaning blues So much to do, I'll never get through I'm getting tired of cleaning things But I'm tied to my apron strings I'll never rest 'til I lose and I've got those house cleaning blues Boop-be-doop-beep ♫