Tekster: Gravy Train!!!!. Heart Attack.

i came here to tell you my loinz have been shakin'
my hips are gyratin', my hitachi's vibratin'
when i think about steaksauce from shoulders to fingers
leave it on till it lingers like top 40 pop singers
lick some beans off my thigh, i'll shoot my load in your eye
you should savor the taste of my sweet poonanny pie
i carry it around with me in a bag that says versace
along with my hitachi and some soy or teriyaki
need some salt with that thing! a cock with no custard
like ketchup with no mustard (tight assholes make me flustered!)
bitches shittin' ma dickin' ma hittin' and bewitchin' ma
don't need a phd to know that you've been forfeitin' ma
i need a ass with these fries...and some big-ass lips would be nice!!!!

heartattack
heartattack

i had a dream last night that i tried to take a bite
of 40 steaks lined up in a tantalizing line
i woke up in a cold sweat, my silk sheets were soakin' wet
thought about goin' to sleep, but then my pussy i pet!
with raging thoughts of burger pattties, burger fucking leather daddies
smoking fatties ratty catties thigh spreading apparati
my voice crax when i see greasy hands approaching me

i sniff your fingers one by one to find out what seasoning
you been lickin' off yo plate before tryna pop this coochie
musical youth passin' the dutchie, your palms cold like toffuti cutie
thank you baby, for suckin' me off my fucking cunt is your trough
now shut up , turn your head and cough
i love the way you treat me, now chew swallow and eat me

heartattack
heartattack

i'm cookin' crack on the stove to knock out my frontal lobe
and get my mind off the perversion that's makin' my eyes roam
to bagz of fast food instead of well endowed dudes
tryna cop cool attitutes, git my fat ass in the nude
bitches tell me that i might die 'cause everything i eat is f-fried
but all i want is some french fries
and some of that hot apple pie.