Bang, B***h

Bang, B***h

By: Nick Workman

 

Call me Captain Awesome Pants.

F**k wit me?  No, not a chance.

Leave you dead in a street & take your girl to the dance.

And I will dance without my pants.

Almost like a prison prance.

F**k her up the butt til I nut, so what?

Reggie told me, “Dude, you better f****n beat guts.”

Aw shucks, from the f***s, I got bruises on my nuts.

Dribblin her butt up and down like basketballs.

Cummin down your chimney, m**********r I’m Santa Claus.

But she call me Saint Nick when she bobbin on my dick.

Light a blunt with my Bic, real quick, so sick.

Pistol here too, s***s better than a porno flick.

When I’m done I’ll pull the trigger til the m**********r goes “click.”

So sick is my flow, yes I’m white as f****n snow.

And just lettin you know, yes I’m a f****n pro.

Hey ho, lets go! I can make your p***y glow.

You can make my dick grow, movies in the back row.

Ebert gave me thumbs up, so I put my thumb up your butt

Dirty s**t, bend down, hut… hut… hike!

That’s right I’m playin quarterback all night, tonight.

No fight, so tight, in your motherfuckin a*s.

Wide receiver catch my pass.

Wait a minute, not so fast…

I’m the one that f****n scores all the f****n dirty w****s.

Rotten to the f****n core, makin b*****s f****n sore.

10/4 out the door, I don’t have no f****n more….