Blow

[Verse 1]

If this was a game, I already know that I would come out winner

And I'm not bragging, I'ma be in her

But this bitch really think that I'm 'bout to buy her dinner

My steak good, I got a good cut like splinter

Juicy and hot, such a Black-bitch temper

Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender

But I don't give a fuck or even list-en like Schindler

She's cute, but her forehead's big

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Her legs can't close like the four-doorhinge Bronco

That O.J. killed the white whores with

A wealthy white girl without the facelift

Lure her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet

Leave the bitch breathless

What the bitch don't know is that I'm a mothafuckin' sellout and a rapist

[Chorus]

Baby, you're an angel

How about we turn this into a fable of some sort?

You already know you're dead

Ironic 'cause your lipstick's red, of course

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

And snort

Blow

[Verse 2]

If this was a game

I would be considered a motherfucking legend

And I ain't trying to gas you like Chevron

But I'm high as fuck, bitch, you really need to get on my leverage

Now, we're in the cabin, in the middle of ("Uh...")

Tryna find ways to really stuff you in my cabinet

Dreamy little bastard, I done ran out of luck

So now, it's time for a bloody foot, you little rabbit

You're very attractive

And notice that my hat is always the color of cactus

(And I hang with wolves) 'Cause I'm an evil bastard

Pictures of you on my wall

No glue, no tape, but just cum, plastered

Met you at my school, departed at my house

Ended at your panties, started at your blouse

Pushed you downstairs, I took a nap up on the couch

(*Snoring*)

If you wanted a date, don't come

Now, you gotta make it easy for you, don't run

You call this shit "kids?" Well, I call these kids "cum"

And you call this shit "rape," but I think that rape's fun

Wait, now it's about eight-something

It's late, and you stuck down in my base-one

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe-string

Yeah, bitch, this date's done

[Chorus]

Baby, you're an angel

How about we turn this into a fable of some sort?

You already know you're dead

Ironic 'cause your lipstick's red, of course

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

And snort (Wanna watch a movie?)

Blow

Baby, you're an angel

How about we turn this into a fable of some sort? (Watch a movie)

You already know you're dead

Ironic 'cause your lipstick's red, of course

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk (Bright lights)

'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

And snort (We could go anywhere)

Blow

[Outro]

I like my girls how I like my drugs:

White

Lord, you're so pretty

Lying in my arms

I just got one request:

Stop breathing