just another motherfuckin day for gynecologist No pneumonias, prostate exams, or old dudes it's just that vasoline coated finger, with gangster charm that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snatches, uhh word to the motherfuckin streets. With that dope squeeze. and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I hit ya with that I, get ya with as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on preventing cervical cancer but before I hit the dope spot I gotta get the chronic pelvic inflammatory disease, the Reme Martin and my soda pop. Now my hand is smellin like indo-nesia bus stop full of fat bitches and skeezers Examing them front to back, side to side and all that shit So when I crawl I up the vagina I comes correct Now, if your bitch's shit, is all fucked up I check your bitches shit. Now let the hand slide As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah (Rollin it on my vasoline coated hand) with all the bitches sayin
Vazeline is nonorganic and can be dangerous. Do not get all physical while gangster-rapping. By all means rap away. Its good wholesome fun. Just be careful and dont get hurt. ( Emotionally or physical ).
What can I say. I was pissed and ready to fight and then I blew my wad and just don't feel like fighting anybody. Maybe Nursey can come in here and talk to me. I just want to talk about unicorns and rainbows with someone.