Vegas

Vegas （斯维加斯）（）-Bad Meets Evil
Got a shitty grin
B**ch show me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin City
Since when did we begin
To get addicted to d**e
Diggity b**ch you need to run
And go get your friggidy-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickdy-bum hun
The migidy mac's bigidy back
Don't act wigidy-wack
You can get the fididy-finger
The middle
You little busy b**ch
Stick-stickity in
Got a 6o'clock craving
Stop get Ciroc
It's about to be an unbelievable night
I call it surreal
Sir Mix a Lot tape in
Hit the spot
Spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shaving
Came to sip vodka sh*t yeah
That little chick is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the b**ch a shot
I poke her in the rear
But I bet if I lick her
She'll try to chase me （
What are you pit rott mixed
Oh you just got fixed
Well sh*t then let's lip-lock
If not then trick piss off
You snobby little pig snot nose
You think you're hot sh*t
Cause you're in heat
Well b**ch if you're solar
Then I'm your polar opposite dog cause
I'm colder than popsicle sticks
Poppin'sh*t
Talkin'it walkin'it spit rocks
Then my sick thoughts are
About to lick shots
Like this sh*t's hopping
And drip-dropping in chocolate-ly whip-topping
So whether you're Hip Hop
Slipknot Big Pac
Kid Rock Kris Kross
Rick Ross you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip flops
And I produced the track
So you don't have to ask
Who it is when this sh*t knocks （UP ）
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin
And I'mma keep on saying
All the sh*t I should be hung for
And probably killed for saying
And I probably will
But not until the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping
Still if that don't do the job of killing Shady
Then the karma will insane him
I'm as brainy Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia
But you rocking with a sadist
Hate to say this
But if the thought is entertaining
I ain't stopping till be sprayed it
Oh my god for real man
Not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope around this nob
If they don't like it
Got a knob they can slob on until
Wait I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it called again
I'm blanking
The thing above the balls between my legs
And I think I can feel it dangling
It's throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it
Okay b**ch I got you
Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby
Unless you came to slob me
Come on kemosabe
It's past time like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way
That I spit sh*t remains on my d**k
Then she grab me by the nuts
And tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious
Pretty much a no brainer
Or should I say Cobainer
That she's plain addicted
To my d**k like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it
Weiner off it like she took my f**king penis
Chopped it and stuck it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet knife
And paint the carpet
At least that's what her train of thought is
Cause I came saw conquered
Hit it quit it
And made up a plane of bonkers
And I always end up giving
These b**ches some complex
And I don't mean apartment
So spread your feet apart
And let me see you do
Some yoga stretches splits
Now grab this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast b**ch
That's a prerequisite
And that's just to get in this bedroom
B**ch
Walked up to that Ke$ha chick （up ）
Said my name is Booger
Wanna catch a flick
I'll even let you pick
Make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get
This old dog these new tricks
To get familiar with I'll learn extra quick
Kick a pregnant b**ch
Oops I guess the sh*t
Took an unexpected twist like the neck
Of the freaking exorcist
B**ch I said that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace Versace
I got M ünchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick
Don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf girl
I said you was foxy
I'll tell a b**ch like Bizarre
B**ch shut the f**k up
And get in my car
And suck my f**king d**k
While I take a sh*t
And I think with my d**k
So come blow my mind
And it tastes like humble pie
So swallow my pride
You're lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki
Grab you by the wrist let's ski
So what's it gone be
Put that sh*t away Iggy
You gon'blow that R**e whistle on me
（I love it
'Fore I get lost with the gettin'off
Like this is our exit
Now lets hit the highway
And try not to get lost
'Till we get to Las Vegas
（do it 'till tomorrow）
Vegas
'Till we get to Las Vegas
（do it 'till tomorrow）
Vegas
'Till we get to Las Vegas
（do it 'till tomorrow）
Vegas
'Till we get to Las Vegas
（do it 'till tomorrow）
Vegas
Whatever happens here stays here
So let's go all the way dear
Til we get to Las Vegas
Whatever happens in my room
It stays in my room like movie night like cable
Treat every women in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite
And I get weak after like 7days
In 7nights in the days and it's our Vegas
We rolling circles and packs
We the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend
I got a toy then
I'll bring her with me
When I show up to her crib waving
And I ain't tryna be the nice neighbor
I'm so Jay Electronic
I'm cut like I'm all out of razors
And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like
I walked in to a jewelry store
With a about a million dollars with your mama
And sat down did an ALS challenge haaaan
I stole that adlib from French
Bad and Evil back at it again
About to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic of a backstabber
With an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the sand
If you ain't been through nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing
To you like likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her p**sy purring
Like the pipes on a lamp
W**d got her so C****y eyed
Look like she been
Getting high on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I'm f**king
Sound like I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen though this ain't Christmas
I make you my ex miss
If this is my passion
I learn to give those
Who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my absence
I don't know who you been listening to
Got me f**ked up
Like Pookie in the chicken coop
B**ch I don't give a two shits
B**ch get the f**k out of my face
To make a long story short
I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you
While you throw a silly tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up she misunderstood me
I said saint por favor
Thought I said to wait had four doors
I knock a ni**a face off
Give him the bottom of the nine
Like a baseball scoreboard （
I leave the club with my tab still open
Won't even get a cab
For you and your friend
The only fear I have is of loathing
And I won't even kick
In 'till we get to Las Vegas
（do it 'till tomorrow）
Vegas
'Till we get to Las Vegas
（do it 'till tomorrow）
Vegas
'Till we get to Las Vegas
（do it 'till tomorrow）
Vegas
'Till we get to Las Vegas
（do it 'till tomorrow）
Vegas
Whatever happens here stays here
So let's go all the way dear
Til we get to Las Vegas
Vegas
Vegas
Vegas
Vegas