O.C.
Ya Baby Mutha
[Verse 1:Apathy]
Don't ever put your girl up on my music
'Cause she'll probably sing the lyrics while I'm fucking her to it
And I'm too charismatic, I'm like Dracula movies
Turn the most loyal bitches into Apathy groupies
All I do is bag bitches and get cash
Put dick in your chick's ass as big as ship's mass
She on my jock strap cause my cock's fat
And fill up a boxing gap now you want a box AP?
I'm a cock slap a mushroom on a forehead for you For our foreplay put that whore in euphoria
Sort of like I'm a sorcerer slowly I'm sliding my sword in Her
But don't let the visuals torture ya
Rock the boat, put a cock in the throat
Make Her choke gave Her top "til esophagus broke
An alpha male is out on bail blew it in your spouse mouth
Like the spouts on whales

[Hook:]
"A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother"

[Verse 2:O.C]
Define nasty when a nice ass slob pass
My imagination defies blasphemy
It's nothing far compared to Woody Allen
My Jeez reversal on the lines of Mr [??] Fantasy Island
Hook line was a big chain with a big medallion
Prince [wilding??] Call my Benz, the black stallion
Decisive head grab your ears, turn off some bushes Shave down the pubic hairs
Gripping a pouch slap my erection on a c section, Then slide up in your spouse on the wall to the floor
Up on the couch,to the entrance of your bedroom door
How your baby mama screaming for more
Forget seeing stars, the music in the head [when He stroke that I gave up ??]
Play the horns and sand of all for love and country groupies
Bluntly backstage and running on a bus
You want to fuck me, [begging ??]