[Intro: Trials]
Ayy Setty!
Yeah, we should get some girl going like "Haow" and shit
For the chorus, for the girl
I could pro'bly do it, like this, like, "Haow"
[Verse 1: Sesta]
You are not Jesus, you just nailed then you must bail
Hangin' around's out of the question
I drop 'em at confession (Ha, see ya)
'Cause gotta live a lotta shots and take it to her like a soccer lesson (Oh)
And she play the goal keeper
Sole reason I'm here's retire old with a pole eater
Diva that's either singin' or raps
I'm gold diggin' her till I'm bank rollin' bringing me back, yeah
Bunny sticker on her car and the seats to match
You're kidding? With a Godzilla figure and teeth-less gap
Wheeze: asthma attack, please stand at the back
Please step on this paper bag then play it back
Fill those A cups up full with paper
And, uh, pray to God that he save ya
Fix your face up, cake on makeup, and
Then a scumbag might pick the bait up
[Interlude 1: Sesta]
You just stumbled across
The most ugliest crew in the country
And you still standing there looking like a mang, mang!
Oh!
[Chorus]
Ladies, is that a bun in the oven?
Want some lovin'? Better suck that gut in!
Ladies, wipe your mouth off
Wipe your blouse off, sound off (Haow)
Ladies, is that a bun in the oven?
Want some lovin'? Better suck that gut in!
Ladies, wipe your mouth off
Wipe your blouse off, sound off
[Verse 2: Trials]
Ugh, they should've left ya where they found ya
The girl stop traffic, 'cause they can't move around her
They're like, "I am beautiful," ah, guess again
You're better off makin' friends with lesbians
Cheah, you out of luck hangin' round
Like Dakota Fanning found Garry Glitter in her house
And your mouth stinks, smellin' like pub parmy
Foundation fountain, lookin' like the KISS army, so I
Get my drink on, drunk, get my pig on (Ah)
Feelin' like I felt up Delta without the wig on (Oh!)
Brand name shit on, she ain't poor by the sounds of it
She [?], like she poured her body in the smallest outfit
It sounds sick, but I love a dumb chick
When the smartest thing comin' out their mouth's my dick!
A pint of piss and I drag the scratch
Till the Vagina sag, like badly packed kebabs!
[Interlude 2: Trials]
Whoa, what's up, ladies?
Standin' there, lookin' like you stealin' some meat?
How 'bout you be a friend and come have a barbecue
Or somethin'? Aha
[Chorus]
Ladies, is that a bun in the oven?
Want some lovin'? Better suck that gut in!
Ladies, wipe your mouth off
Wipe your blouse off, sound off (Haow)
Ladies, is that a bun in the oven?
Want some lovin'? Better suck that gut in!
Ladies, wipe your mouth off
Wipe your blouse off, sound off
[Verse 3: Hons]
I don't need sneakers to pimp, I max skeezes that limp
Noarlunga train station chicks with Adidas for kicks
Believe in me this, the chick that I'm leavin' here with
Will sport a second-hand G-string and bee-sting tits
I had a gut full of women who look like they got a gut full of chicken
And pucker up when I'm near 'em like *Puckering*
Still take 'em back to the tele' then
Walk of shame with no pants, actin' like they elegant
Head swell again, hip size is irrelevant
As long as their throat can take more than a pelican's *Cough*
I still date the type of skeez that
Breeze up in hills to cover a borrowed fee
So throw your Centrelink cards in the air—girls!
And wave 'em like you just don't care—ladies!
If you livin' the dream, I wanna hear you scream
"I don't pay full price for bus fare!"
[Interlude 3: Sample]
"For gods sake
She looked like Olivia Newton John
If she was really ugly
And had huge balls
[Scratches: DJ Reflux]
"Yeah"
"Yeah"
""I'm the shit-talking rapper all the dirty hoes love"
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