Fantasy

Baby, you don't know me, but I'm crazy

'Cause I like comic books, toys and freaky ladies

And you can never fade me at all

Even if you're coming out of your panties and bra

I been taught and I been played, it's all the same

And that's why they call it a game and me a loser

I like subtle bitches who like to fuck rough

Not thug bitches who just like to just make love

You're just too confused

And maybe you been abused

But who am I to critique

The dudes you let up in you

I know who I am

Do you know who you are

And would you really have the hots for me

If I wasn't a rap star

I'm an underground provider of the carnival speach

To get you so hot you flash your titties and peach

You say you rub your soft spot when you thinking of me

Well add two more fingers and go deeper into your fantasy

You rub, you touch, thinking of me

You want it bad, just let it be

How bad you want it, let me see

How far you'll take this fantasy

I see girls like you all the time

They act like they want to be mine

They act like once they get what they want

They'll be happy, fantasy

I'm not sure if you know what you're getting into

'Cause fucking with me is like fucking with a gin-su

I'm not the candy and flowers type that you're use to

To damn near die to try to impress or amuse you

And all you see is the paint and the contacts

And hear a couple of bomb raps

And then you're like, where Paul at

And I don't even see how you could get a picture of me on the internet

I guess with the fame

It'll make it look like we ever met

It'll take another guess maybe 'cause you're crazy

And lady I ain't even trying to be playing with

And plus I'm probably everything you'd expect

And you'll probably just want to go and get married instead

And you'll probably just be the craziest bitch I ever met

And I'll probably end up in jail for abusing your neck once again

If I was working at your local record store

Would you still want to be my little whore

You rub, you touch, thinking of me

You want it bad, just let it be

How bad you want it, let me see

How far you'll take this fantasy

I see girls like you all the time

They act like they want to be mine

They act like once they get what they want

They'll be happy, fantasy

I got bitches telling me they hear I got a pretty dick

Aside from that and the fat kid tits, that's my assets

A few more reasons to make you lick your lips

Imagining you're deep throating my pretty chubby thickness

Would you be feeling me

If I was serving you burgers and fries

Chocolate shakes and promotional apple pies

Or just drying your ride at the local car wash

Some how I imagine my digits

Would have been lost in the sauce

Maybe it's because I got some cute ass nuts

That make the chickens want to get me

And just gobble them up

It could even be my super long run of bad luck

That will turn a good girl into a freaky deaky slut

Or maybe it's because you're crazy sitting in the dark

With headphones like we're never apart

And on that note I'm going to see you when you're dreaming

Thinking of me and just feining

You rub, you touch, thinking of me

You want it bad, just let it be

How bad you want it, let me see

How far you'll take this fantasy

I see girls like you all the time

They act like they want to be mine

They act like once they get what they want

They'll be happy, fantasy