Ladies that are fat ladies that are skinny

Ladies that are all night on my jimmy

Ladies that won't charge me a buck fiddy

Just wanna get with me cuz I'm so pretty

Bitties who wanna bite off a lil sumpn

Best part's the top like a drew barry muffin

Bittie's that wanna turn on their love oven

And cook up a caserole of stove top stuffin

Don't stop the suckin cuz you're filled with my gumption

take care of my beaker cuz I'm honeydew bunsen

Got ya jonesin for my potion, got my finger on the button

That's why mc be struttin

Wish I could erase this erection

Honey's comin at me from every direction

Lookin for the love connection

I stink of sweaty sexin without protection

So line up the contestants

I'll open their drawers like the kid in the sixth sense

I won't persist this distance, gotta get up in this

She fuckin up my christmas



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Fuckin up my christmas is a new way of saying fuckin up my shit

This is not so much a holliday oriented song 

As it is an exclamation of dismay at the sight of a beautiful woman



She fuckin up my christmas biznitch

Catchin glimpses in tiny tid bits

I was fine till you was in my bizness

With you're volleyball booty and you're frilly pink tits

Yo what up wit dis, it mc chris

"M" in my name stand for monolith

No that's not a lisp, you're a finalist

Here's a sash for that ass it says dominance

here's my hotel key and some common sense

get up to my suite or you're incompetent

do you wanna be a winner or the opposite?

So lick them lips, drop them shits

And step on it.



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