Cook, with your little hair-covered d*ck
Redhead, I can't believe you
could think we'd want you
I don't buy it even in the dark
Even if you keep your pajamas on
Even if you keep your robe on
shaped like a lame T-shirt
Keep your shirt on, it'll limit the damage, b*stard
in a porn flick
potato-shaped or even fries
and your fetish accessories
your Olympic feats
but there's nothing orgasmic about you
but I admit nothing does it
You dream of a neon Hummer
but you don't have a license
you still ride the subway
your life goes back to normal afterward
no need for dark glasses to hide
your green card's waiting, dude
I'm not just talking sh*t
Entry's free tonight
it's the only way we'll come
So girls, let's stroll
Yeah we're hitting the Chippendales
We hadn't planned to spend
the evening with clowns
We wanted to see pecs
dudes hung like bulls
in a porn flick
potato-shaped or even fries
and your fetish accessories
your Olympic feats
but there's nothing orgasmic about you
but I admit nothing does it
Your Lil Jon posters cover your Magic Johnson ones
Your body's too crunk to land dunks
Your Lil Jon posters cover your Magic Johnson ones
Your body's too crunk to land dunks
Cook, you're who I wanna see
to watch you get ridiculed
by a girl who raps better than you
I don't have enough fingers
to count them in the room
all those girls styled like me
who know what you're worth naked
Cook, you're who I wanna see
to watch you get ridiculed
by a girl who raps better than you
I don't have enough fingers
to count them in the room
all those girls styled like me
who know what you're worth naked