Hi Bitches

P-L-A-S-T-I-C L-I-T-T-L-E (x4)

(Sound confused)

It's p a c k o f r a t s

Yep yo it's packofrats rappin on the intro and I'm joe camel cool when I'm at the jam minglin my dingaling's long like Arsenio's fingerin

J. Lo's uterus

Mr. drizhollerin, and I'm hollerin at your motherfuckin mom and em,

At your dance party yo I'm bathrobe pimpin,

And I still get the digits and escape wit yo bitch

Forget it dude I wasn't tryin hard,

Babygirl think I'm a big rap star

Honey did think that my pocket's large

But um, no bitch, I'm broke as fuck

I still do shows and I still get fucked

Like that time in NY yo I came in the limo with co co

And with pink fittow, word is bond yo dat's my kiddo

For shit o sho

I took the steps to hit the top floor and when I got there homie

Guess who I saw

(Who?)

Shane, the cocaine sniffing hipster,

Doesn't know the meaning of sober nor work

I need cool cred, hurry up shane,

He pulled out an issue of vice magazine

Just read this from page to pager

Then you'll be a major player

Get some girl to suck you off in an elevator

Fellas, grab your big old dicks

Ladies rub your wet ass clits

Put em together 'cause that's the shit

And yo, this is another rap hit.

Fellas, grab your big old dicks

Ladies rub your wet ass clits

Put em together 'cause that's the shit

And yo, this is another rap hit.

Oh my god is that Johnthousand?

I heard he's gay.

No, I heard Johnthousand swings both ways.

Well, Johnthousand, whatcha gotta say?

Naw, dog, I'm abstinent,

If I ever fucked a dude it was accidental

And probably all about the dollar bill

Yo you know how me and money feel

About each other

Bread and butter

Ugly bitch?

Cut her up a bone in rubber

Home for supper

Mama never even know I left

Yo You boys is crazy,

We'll make you shoot your baby

We'll make Chewbacca run down the block and put a glock inside yo momma

Yo

Everybody's smokin crack

Kurt, gimme somma dat

Homie how'd you get so black?

Holla at them

Yo this goes out to the haters who act like they confused

Fuck you all day fuck you all night,

We don't love you hoes

It's nobodys child or nbc, niggas in the crowd all envy me,

You need to chill out, 'cause you can't beat

Those Plastic Little boys

Oh wow, you can freestyle

Rap, for days, so amazed

The bottom line is boy, you ain't on the stage, you ain't getting paid

Now, you wanna save hip hop?

Yo, pick up a tin cup, start to front, get on the corner

See if you could rap yourself up a buck

See if I give a fuck (I don't)

About this hip hop shit

Yo, I'm just in it for me

To be in the club, drinkin for free

P-L-A-S-T-I-C L-I-T-T-L-E (x4)

(Sound confused)

(X2)

Fellas, grab your big old dicks

Ladies rub your wet ass clits

Put em together 'cause that's the shit

And yo, this is another rap hit.