Bye Songtext
von Scoochie Boochie

And if you still weren′t sure I'm the shit
Let me be the first to admit
I could punt your girl off a bridge
And she′d return for a pic
And she lurched for a kiss
But I hurdled your chick (miss!)
Like I was returning a kick
I think I'd prefer not to get
All the vermin that live
In the fur on her lip
Lately I've been murdering it
Even as a sperm I was lit
My first words were a bit
And it hit
It occured post-birth
Had the nurses in fits
So I slipped, hit the dirt
With a perfect split
Bounced up with some verses to spit
Bout the girls that I′ll get


And the girth of my dick
Clearly I′d rehearsed it a bit
In my stint in the womb
I was working to get
Each person that heard what I did
To be pursing their lips
Like a whiff of a turd in the wind
Make em make the stank face
Make em wanna make sweet love
I don't even chase fame
I just came to shake these butts
And I do it
Got your head bobbing like some fluid got into it
Shaking pool water out your noggin is a nuisance
Shaking your bottom while I′m talking that's prudent
Weapons free
Let that booty swing
I don′t wanna hear you clap
Unless you do it with your cheeks
That's why it′s called a "round" of applause
And that's music to my peen
I got the body type of a geek
But I bellow like a bison in heat
Make vaginas cry when I speak
Your daily dose of vitamin sheesh
Pretty witty with the pen
Take a titty to the chin
Pretty women wanna spend the night
Chilling on my dick
It's a given in a given city I get given kitty on a whim
And when I′m lonely, I get tit pictures remotely
I kissed your bitch on the lips at a Shoney′s
And it was not great
When I do what I do
They're like "How′d he do that?"
And when they see their father
They're like "howdy-do, dad!"
Who is my honey? that′s none of your beeswax
My dick is addictive and she had a relapse
I undress then tap that like she shat some tree sap
Man buttsex with that ass's like being attacked by a beanbag
You′re upset and mad at me relax don't be sad
Here's hundreds for tissues that′s nothing to sneeze at
You suggest I rap bad I queef at your feedback
I′ll nutmeg then sacktap then teabag your weak ass
And on the ride home when you break the silence
Like "Yo, what the fuck was that white kid?"
Don't be surprised if
Your wife goes
I don′t know
But I liked it
Scoochie Boochie
Bye