Oh Shit

[Intro]

Oh shit, oh, oh shit

Ah, shit (Ah, shit)

Ah, shit

Ah, shit (No)

Ah, shit

Ah, shit

Ah, shit (Uh)

Ah, shit (Ah, shit)

Ah, shit (Shit, ah, shit)

Ah, shit (Ah, shit)

Ah, shit

[Verse 1: Slimkid3]

Uh, little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer

Oh, how I tossed that ass up

Like a mission in the woods, Woody Woodpecker would

If he could, but I didn't wanna pass 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 her 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)

[Chorus]

Oh, shit (Oh, shit)

Oh, shit

Oh, shit

[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 titty, squeezed her nipples

Said, "Suck it if you like, but please don't bite it"

I had an urge to say, "Fuck it," but I knew I had to fight it

Before I could say, "Alakazam, carpet now"

I took this old bitch in the doggie style

Greg walked in the room, that nigga cold had a fit, yo

But all this numbskull could say was, "Oh, shit"

[Chorus]

(What's the matter, mama?)

Oh, shit, oh, shit

(What's the matter, mama?)

Oh, shit, oh, shit

Oh, shit, oh, shit

Oh shit, oh, sh—

(Son of a bitch)

(Son of a bitch, 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-titty

She would be like, "Quit, hehe"

Bitch was frontin', but I didn't say nothin'

Then all of a sudden, after someone pushed the button

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

[Outro]

Shit, oh, shit

Oh, shit, oh, shit

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