Sarah

I like my girls skinny with brains

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

I like my friends imaginary with no names

And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

So I went Down South but I ended up North

Uptown sittin' on Cloud 9's white porch

And of course, my car's off course

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

I'm tryna let the force, be with you, I get you

Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce

You make a nigga sing songs nice

You make a nigga's night turn day

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello

I wanna eat you out like jello

And mess with your body like the base and the cello

And tell your mom I said hello, you wanna go to prom?

(Nigga hell no!)

Fuck (Shit) and another one, and on another one

Another love song about shit

And I'll be rich if I get another diss

And maybe Cupid won't miss

I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't

fuck with me

But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs

full of X's and O's

I wanna tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face

went

(Tyler, what you doin'?) Shut the fuck up

You gon' fuckin' love me bitch

But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek

In private, not public in the streets

And your cupcake I will eat and your toes

Cause I got a big fetish with the feet

I just want somebody I can see

You can be a gold digger, you ain't gotta love me

I'm serious, I don't ask for much

Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch

Now this shit is turnin' to a habit

I'm the Burger King, I gotta have it my way

And truthfully girl you really make my day

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

And I can't even look the other way

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's

attractive

L-O-L laughin', you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'

And I want your sin in my hole, and have our kids play

supportin' role

Climbin' up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch

it's gold

And I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever,

Sarah

Another love song about shit

And I'll be rich if I get another diss

And maybe Cupid won't miss

Half your body layin' on my chest

The rest is in my stomach, that's includin' your breast

And I'mma just take another guess

Now you probably wishin' that you woulda said yes

Am I crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately

Shit, I don't give a fuck, your family lookin' for you,

wish 'em good luck

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

Now you stuck up in my motherfuckin' basement all

bloody

And I'm fuckin' your dead body, your coochie all cummy

Lookin' in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from

me?

What did you want from me? What did you want from me?