Bite Me

[Chorus: Creep-P] Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me? They play these games, there's nothing left to see Don't you dare let anybody take a peek B-I-T-E me, baby Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me? They play these games, there's nothing left to see Don't you dare let anybody take a peek B-I-T-E me, baby [Verse 1: Creep-P] I'm the first lady, call me Julia Child Got a little bread now, so I truly be wild White linеs on the table, but you're Ruе in denial If you ridin' with the crew, better do it in style I'm the Gordon Ramsay, you the Paula Deen Talked your shit once and appalled the scene Herb garden how I'm growing all my green Prolly gonna see me on your walls and screens Be a freak and I can season it a little bit Get your teeth in, I can see that you're a little bit These are not coincidences, they are synonyms B-I-T-E, that's the end of it Have it your way, this pussy gourmet If it's in poor taste, then out my face Finger lickin', get in my kitchen Switchin' positions, pick up the pace Fuck me so good, got a bun in the oven Fill it to the rim, call it Cheaper by the Dozen Callin' out to Amy, 'cause this bakery's still runnin' Order after order, and a bitch is still stunnin' Eat it up, eat it up, like you're a cannibal Beat it up, beat it up, like you're an animal All of you bitches are too fuckin' flammable Sit and unzip, put your dick in my mandible [Chorus: Creep-P] Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me? They play these games, there's nothing left to see Don't you dare let anybody take a peek B-I-T-E me, baby Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me? They play these games, there's nothing left to see Don't you dare let anybody take a peek B-I-T-E me, baby [Verse 2: Ayesha Erotica] Freaky coke whore definition Three slut bitches in the expedition Top see-through with the exhibition Listening to Jewel singing "Intuition" Follow my heart to the dick I smell it Where the K-dealer freaks, where the felons Where the coke head dorks, no telling Bitch, I'm in the Porsche scoring, where's Ellen? I'm the first lady of swallowing loads Where's the president of sucking some toes? Where the opps, enemigas and foes? Where the bitches who be fucking for clothes? Fuck driving the boat, I just stole it When I see your Kia, I'ma tow it If my titty pop out, I'ma show it If I go broke, then bitch I'll just hoe it 'Cause I already walk on tracks Fuck wood, come knock on ass Bring beers, I'ma knock one back And I heard your LP that was doggone trash Dang nabbit, I got a fat rabbit Nose bloody 'cause I gotta bad habit All them old ass songs, you can have it 'Cause Ayesha come through with the hits like an addict [Chorus: Creep-P] Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me? They play these games, there's nothing left to see Don't you dare let anybody take a peek B-I-T-E me, baby [Outro: Creep-P] Endless cycles, bile rising No more stomach for your whining I see why it's so exciting Icy smile inside me hiding Endless cycles, bile rising No more stomach for your whining I see why it's so exciting B-I-T-E me, baby Endless cycles, bile rising No more stomach for your whining I see why it's so exciting Icy smile inside me hiding Endless cycles, bile rising No more stomach for your whining I see why it's so exciting B-I-T-E me, baby