Hot Girl / Hard Times

I don't mind doin' a drug run
I just don't like the drive home
If I try makin' a muscle
Them piggies'll crack my bones

My d*ck ain't detachable
This sh*t's retractable
So I can jock my stash

Drop your *ss down lower
It's not a show-er, it's a grow-er
and I'm gettin' too big for my britches
too saucy and salty for these b*tch*s

Pole vaulting across your moat
I can pitch a sailboat so
drop the soap,
I said the boy is gifted
It's a sleepover with the local lunatic
Bologna and mayo
This ain't no picnic

Drop that *ss and give me twenty
My weather vane is pointed and plenty
The sausage is plump
and your eggs is sunny
The pool is luke
Let's make some honey

I don't mind doin' a dope run
I just don't like the drive home
If I try movin' a muscle
Them piggies'll break my bones

Hard times handed down from the one and only
She's Nefertiti
I'm humbled and homely
A wise man once told me
Sometimes you ride
sometimes you get ridden by the pony
In the name of all that's holy
She got the power to control me!

Isn't it sadism
that the big dogs use
and sedatives
to keep the p*ssy confused?