[Intro]
(Talk to me, baby!)
Well‚  (Talk to me‚ baby!)

[Verse 1: Violent J]
I'm  friends with Red Fred‚ Flip the Rat, and Frankie the Frog
For conversation, without question‚ that Frankie can be a hog
Always gots advice for me and shares his life story
His  [?] was "follow or die," and I heed by that warning
I  hear the "RIBBIT, RIBBIT" at night like a cricket
No hanky panky‚ grab my shank and stab me, Frankie wanna kick it
He  told me in the morning I best be on my guard
To greet this weak-ass meter reader girl in my yard, Rebecca
And Frankie says heavens, he shouldn't be hard
And if she won't accept what's left, accept, or start taking charge
There's  me, nervous, see? As if I deserve it, rejected
My respect for [?] service as if own purpose reflected me
Effectively, Rebecca was corrected once my punch connected
A bunch connected, and at once I was accepted
We have so much in common; it's astounding, I swear
She regains consciousness, gagged and bound in her chair
I sucked the dirt off her toes, we're both now in our underwear
She said, "I'm cold," I said, "I know. Death will warm you, my dear."
Let's snuggle in my Snuggie. I'll show you magic, I swear
Lose that thong, I'll make my [?] disappear
To [?]
[Chorus]
I keep mother's final gift to me dusty down in my bottom cupboard (drip)
My little piggy bank Frog (talk to me, baby!)
Blot scribbled on the price tag, tape stuck to the bottom
It says more than just (drip) when I rub it (talk to me, baby!)
I'm hearing, "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT" and I love it
It says more than just "RIBBIT" when I rub it (talk to me, baby!)
I'm hearing, "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT" and I love it
It says more than just "RIBBIT" when I rub it (talk to me, baby!)

[Verse 2: Violent J]
Well, Frankie told me to kiss her, but he was wrong, I suppose
I close my eyes to try, but Rebecca head butted my nose
He told me "try again," and I complied
But then she screamed for me to "Get off!" and bit my lip off
My bloody chin, I try to lick off
Staring in the mirror, jacking my dick off
Something about our blood mix, it makes me get off
I never saw Rebecca's rope slip off, oh no
I felt the blast, slash, flash, glass crash, smashed my face
Bitch bashed me in the head with a vase. I gave chase
I'm slipping in place, my blood dripping, I'm ripping after her
I'm tripping, 'k? No looking, 'cause I'm inflicting a massacre
You hear Rebecca gurgle, and some sniffin', [?] right?
And what's left? A mutilated pile of her, smile of her
My froggy helped us find each other
You in freezer bags and on my plate
Now let's find your mother
[Chorus]
I keep mother's final gift to me dusty down in my bottom cupboard (drip)
My little piggy bank Frog (talk to me, baby!)
Blot scribbled on the price tag, tape stuck to the bottom
It says more than just (drip) when I rub it (talk to me, baby!)
I'm hearing, "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT" and I love it
It says more than just "RIBBIT" when I rub it (talk to me, baby!)
I'm hearing, "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT" and I love it
It says more than just "RIBBIT" when I rub it (talk to me, baby!)

[Verse 3: Violent J]
BECCA BITES! BECCA BITES! It's not that I hate her
It's just that with every swallow I dominate her, I celebrate her
I made my Frog a plate, two fat Becca burgers
We can feed the needy, speedy! Some good come from this seedy murder
Dibs on that neck bone! Boiled til the fat gone
Texts from her mama said, “when you coming home?”
I text back, “Mom! I met a really great guy, a winner!
Grab Dad, okay? He wants to have us for dinner!”
A little later, I heard a bell, like, “What the hell?” Then, some pounding
Oh, it’s her parents at the door. I’ve never heard that sound
I let ‘em in. Me and my frog have never had guests
“Another joker, huh? Ha ha ha, my husband’s the best!”
Rebecca’s almost ready. Fresh hot hors d’oeuvres I bring
I call ‘em Becca Bites. She really put her heart in them things
“Chewy. What kind of meat is that?” I think it’s… the butt muscle
“Yeah, okay, but what kind-” “Ricky, honey, don’t fuss over it.”
I grab the meat cleaver. “Hey, is that an antique?”
Take a closer look! Buried it, in between her eyes, six inches deep
I yoked it out, swung again, severed her whole clean
Her dad had the coolest look on his mug that I’ve ever seen
But then I shot him
[Chorus]
I keep mother's final gift to me dusty down in my bottom cupboard
My little piggy bank Frog (talk to me, baby!)
Blot scribbled on the price tag, tape stuck to the bottom
It says more than just (drip) when I rub it (talk to me, baby!)
I'm hearing, "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT" and I love it
It says more than just "RIBBIT" when I rub it (talk to me, baby!)
I'm hearing, "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT" and I love it
It says more than just "RIBBIT" when I rub it (talk to me, baby!)

[Outro]
"RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT. RIBBIT " (talk to me, baby!)
"RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT. RIBBIT " (talk to me, baby!)
"RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT. RIBBIT " (talk to me, baby!)
"RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT. RIBBIT " (talk to me, baby!)