The weekend is coming,

Blow O’s to my X’s.

These our ecstacy rolls,

Daddy truly knows he rock me in my cradle, drug effects, make you see 2.

Chop it, line it up on the table, have a seat with my cuffed hands.

Sniff as you tweak, I’m calling this disease, you a trojan..

Let the saddle ride you, pinup doll, quarterback, I really wanna bite you.

Nasty like the drip, I’ve been naughty, got whipped, cream again.