Upclose & Personal (feat. Substantial)

[Hook: PackFM & Substantial]

I must confess, you're the flyest I ever seen no contest

Don't worry 'bout me, I'm harmless

I just - wanted to let you know I'm feelin' you to the utmost

How 'bout we get personal and upclose?

[PackFM:]

I don't give a fuck about your sign, I'm not an astrologist

Your body's off the meter, I'm the leader - you need to follow this

You're divine, stay on my mind, like a neurologist

Playin' doctor's for little kids, let's play gynecologist

You need some TLC, and I'm trynna creep wit' you

I lost my teddy bear, so baby doll, can I sleep wit you?

Fuck me if I'm wrong, but isn't your name Heather?

I could've sworn that you and I went to different schools together

If my name sounds familiar, you should fuck what you heard

The word of the day is legs, let's go back and spread the word

My name's PackFM, you could call me tomorrow

I lost my phone number, do you have one I could borrow?

Do you spit, or swallow? What? You don't like my tactics?

Let's get married and have kids

If not - we could practice

It's a shame that I have to mess your hair and smudge your makeup

But if you are what you eat, I hope I'm you when I wake up

Don't raise ya stakes up, follow your heart, take a chance

Is that a mirror in your pocket? Cuz I could see myself in your pants

Can we do this romance?

If you ain't know what FM stands for, that means you're Feelin' Me wit no hands..

[Hook x2]

[Girl:]

Is this your friend?

[Substantial:]

Whooo! That's what they say when you walk by

You thought I was the type who ain't about nuthin?

Girl, a tear fell when I spotted that onion

First thing on my mind was goin' half on a youngin'

And we could make some beautiful babies and all that

Own our own crib, picket fence, and "Welcome" doormat

But I'll hold that till later, I have yet to introduce myself

I'm yours, better known as Stan, a gentleman as you could tell

Not trynna gas ya (Riight), just build for a sec or two

And explore your mind long before I have sex wit' you (Uh-huh, is that right?)

Yeah, the thought crossed my mind, no doubt

I got the kinda lovin that'll make you sweat your locks out

Don't look at me as if I got no class like a dropout

Pardon a brotha's French but Goddamn, you're a knockout

Not even a Stan that hates enough (???) for me to recover

Seein' heaven face to face does a number on a brother..

[Hook x2]

[Substantial:]

Pardon my pushiness, don't mean to be foul, but listen

But why you want a dude who suffers from malnutrition?

What's FM stand for? I'm here to solve the mystery

PackFM really means Pack Fudge Maliciously

[PackFM:]

Pardon his pussiness, but I'm the one you should be jockin'

Fuckin' wit Stanley, you'll be borrowin his stockings

His "roses are red, violets are blue" shit is quite annoying

Only thing you 2 might have in common is former boyfriends

[Substantial:]

You passin' me up for him? Now that's tragic

This cat's got the sex appeal of a crack addict

Sleepin' on me like craftmatics, that's played

I'm hung like a well-endowed runaway slave

[PackFM:]

Now he gettin' brave for dissin me, thinkin he's impressin you

Stick wit me and have a real professional undressin you

Come here girl, and let me tell you Stan's history

Sure he likes chicks, but loves hot boys like Missy E..

[Substantial:]

Yo that's bulshit!

[PackFM:]

No it's not

[Substantial:]

Yes it is

[Girl:]

You know what? Forget you both, cause I don't have time for little kids...

[Hook x2]