[Sample]
Get stupid y'all

[Verse I]
Limited[?] Scream
Men and women are fiending for immediate intimacy with no limitation, alas
The skirts don't hide it, shadows cast behind the bare ass on the dance floor, sexual warfare
The length of a staircase, therefore most of them probably should even be there in the first place
Unarmed soldiers of glass rubbed shoulders with others who are older, more immature than them
It's disgustingly intriguing to see overachieving creases unleashing themselves on the female species
Especially when the weather gets warmer and then
Your whole entire wardrobe is normally informal
For your information, the hats are wore backwards
So are their morals when the girls wear overalls
It's a sensitive issue involving insecurity
Maturity levels and lots of toilet tissue
Cause the girls are desperate but the boys are even hornier
The rose smell sweet but the stem is even phonier
It's a match made in purgatory
What more do you want to know?
(Get Stupid Y'all)
The girls get goosebumps and nipples to notice but
Nobody knows how to communicate its uselessness
Lies are told with most guys
And never body try to disguise their own flaws when the guys go
"We need females and we read details as card tricks and hard dicks."
And a beat that goes...
"Unf Unf Unf Unf Yea Unf Unf Unf Unf"

[Verse II]
The new part of the meat market apart from the darkness
Is the botching the narcotics to me it's the hard rock
Nobody needs to be told twice
There's plenty of cold ice
There's tight pants and Old Spice
Take shots and roll dice
The carpets are crumby with puke coming out of them
It's putrid and stupid
Why don't you make a contribution
To the Clan Gathering?
As a matter a fact, what would you do you say
This Thursday or Saturday
You thirsty?
The girls are desperate but the boys are even hornier
The rose smell sweat but the phlegm is even phonier
It's a match made in purgatory
What more do you want to know?
(Get Stupid Y'all)

[Verse III]
It smells like everything inside a hideout
I doubt anyone really wants to know why
Who am I?
Figures gracious the bases
Basically bulging with people indulging
In all kinds of fabrics
It's a magically archaic [?] of balloons of flesh
That defies all logic
It's just like dodgeball but instead the constants throw around the head of a doll
Now I don't know what it means but it makes it worth the cost alone
Even if the overflow of motive testosterone
Sexual appetites, there salty, it's a circus
The circuits are faulty and everybody is uptight
With the sweat stains and jet planes and hot dog love songs
Blistering kisses before its Mr. and Mrs
And in the same amount of time it takes to make a sandwich dawg
You can probably find someone else for you to take advantage of
Cause the girls are desperate but the boys are even hornier
The rose smell sweet but the stem is even phonier
It's a match made in purgatory
What more do you want to know?
(Get Stupid Y'all ) x3