Lyrics  Dawson. Shane

Dawson. Shane

Sweat Shop

We got a fashion line

Even got dog poop bags at Target

Put our face on it

We gonna sell it

Even if it's shitty

I'm Kris and I'm the main bitch

And welcome to my sweat shop

You ask to get the day off

Well guess what, you get a throat chop

My pimp slap is strong

I get respect so easy

My kid's like, "Mom, how many times did you slap daddy?"

Screaming and yelling

Have more babies I can sell

Black guys love Kim

So now she's selling watermelon

No one loves Court

I'm trying to get her to kill herself

And then I'll sell the story

And that's one more book on the shelf

Damn, that was kinda fucked up

Good thing I'm not a human

I'm an alien from planet cunt

We got a tampon line

Called Kardashians the real bloodsuckers

Our mom is crazy

Court's eye is lazy

I think I'm adopted