What a fine fowl, said his name was Hades
Picked me up in the back of his Mercedes Long hair, lookin’ like Jesus, baby
Guess I’ll go, yeah, guess I’ll go, yeah, yeah
Makin’ out with that hung open mouth Put his hand on my neck,
I got a place self Guess I’ll yeah, go, yeah
white Did you we’re quit messin’
I’m the jealous type wet when you out knife
This a me don’t play nice and you’re
I’ll be the first steal all is home
Won’t work make you Get on all fours,
we’re takin’ turns on saddle feed
his by him smile, yeah, yeah
Judy, Margaret, Lisa, him, looked a mummy
some on his bruised up yeah, let cook, yeah
All my wear whatever they No man us
We grow our own don’t no money Everything’s free we our own tummy
a seen the got what we want
the leader now top is a cold, can I come
rules and on the land **** ourselves better than
the and love ourselves better than can