Oh Shit
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t

[Verse 1: Slimkid3]
Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer
Oh, how I tossed that a** up
Like a mission in the woods, Woody Woodpecker would
If he could, but I didn't wanna pa** it up
To the next man, had my Walkman bumpin'
On the fifty yard line and my adrenaline pumpin'
Like a killer thriller, driller tiller, out with the Miller brew
Fill 'er up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked
Luke Skywalker ain't a sweet talker, so I got ill
With my lightsaber that came in one fancy flavor
My strange behavior led to an outburst
The night felt good, but the day got worse
I thought I was alone, Slim Tre the stowaway
With a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school saying, "Ooh," and I'm busted for real
(He came and went at the same time)
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
Oh sh*t

[Verse 2: Imani]
What to say the least
I'm so slick that they need to call me Grease
'Cause I slips and I slides
When I rides on the beast
Imani and your mom, sittin' in a tree
K-I-S-S (I-N-G)
Yo, first comes the tongue, and then comes the she
My homey's M-O-M, what? (M-I-E)
Yo, and to think to day one
In my eyes, I show fear
'Cause I stepped into his house
His Mom's grinnin' ear-to-ear
Gigglin' and winks for weeks
I would encounter from this female
She's sizin' me up for the kill
"Oh, what the hell," is what I said to myself
So that I wouldn't worry
I'm sittin' on the couch
And wish Greg would please hurry, what? (Up)
She offered me a cup of Ripple
Broke out the t**ty, squeezed her nipple
Said, "Suck it if you like, but please don't bite it"
I had an urge to say f**k it, but I knew I had to fight it
Before I could say alakazam carpet mow
I took this old b*t*h in the doggie style
Greg walked in the room, that n***a cold had a fit
But all this numbskull could say was, "Oh sh*t!"
(What's the matter, mama?)
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
(What's the matter, mama?)
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
Oh sh*t, oh sh—
(Son of a b*t*h)
(Son of a b*t*h, come on!)

[Verse 3: Fatlip]
One fine summertime, Sunday evening
Crenshaw Boulevard was in full swing
Perfect example of how looks can be deceiving
Rolled up to what I thought was a pretty young thing
Rollin' in a purple Samurai Suzuki
Dookie braids was the aid to her sex appeal
Dude, she was dope!
Man, real dope, on the real
Well anyway, I went, "Toot toot"
She said, "Hey, beep beep"
The next day, rolled down to the beach
Tuesday, me and my new Crenshaw cutie
Coolin' on the beach and now she's rubbin' on my booty
Suck-suck-suckin' on my neck like Dracula
But it wasn't all that spectacular (Why?)
'Cause every time I tried to touch upon her tay-t**ty
She would be like, "Quit, hehe"
B*t*h was frontin', but I didn't say nothin'
Then all of a sudden, after someone pushed the b***on
I got a funny feeling like something was real wrong
Looked at her shoes and her feets was real long
Then it hit me, oh please god, no
Don't let this ho turn out to be a John Doe
He pulled a fast one on me, yo
I guess that's one of those things that make you go
Sh*t, oh sh*t
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t....