text: If this was a game
  I already know that I would come out winning
  And Im not bragging, Ima be in her
  But this bitch really think that Im bout to buy her dinner
  My steak good, I got a good cut like splinter
  Juicy and hot, such a Black-bitch temper
  Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender
  But I dont give a fuck or even list-en like Schindler
  Shes cute, but her foreheads big
  Got stretch marks like she got four kids
  Her legs cant close like the four-doorhinge Bronco
  That O.J. killed the white whores with
  A wealthy white girl without the facelift
  Lure her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet
  Leave the bitch breathless
  What the bitch dont know is that Im a mothafuckin sellout and a rapist
  Baby, youre an angel
  How about we turn this into a fable of some sort?
  You already know youre dead
  Ironic cause your lipsticks red, of course
  I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
  Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
  And snort
  Blow
  If this was a game
  I would be considered a motherfucking legend
  And I aint trying to gas you like Chevron
  But Im high as fuck, bitch, you really need to get on my leverage
  Now, were in the cabin, in the middle of 
  Tryna find ways to really stuff you in my cabinet
  Dreamy little bastard, I done ran out of luck
  So now, its time for a bloody foot, you little rabbit
  Youre very attractive
  And notice that my hat is always the color of cactus
   Cause Im an evil bastard
  Pictures of you on my wall
  No glue, no tape, but just cum, plastered
  Met you at my school, departed at my house
  Ended at your panties, started at your blouse
  Pushed you downstairs, I took a nap up on the couch
  If you wanted a date, dont come
  Now, you gotta make it easy for you, dont run
  You call this shit kids? Well, I call these kids cum
  And you call this shit rape, but I think that rapes fun
  Wait, now its about eight-something
  Its late, and you stuck down in my base-one
  Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe-string
  Yeah, bitch, this dates done
  Baby, youre an angel
  How about we turn this into a fable of some sort?
  You already know youre dead
  Ironic cause your lipsticks red, of course
  I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
  Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
  And snort 
  Blow
  Baby, youre an angel
  How about we turn this into a fable of some sort? 
  You already know youre dead
  Ironic cause your lipsticks red, of course
  I stuff you in the trunk, drunk 
  Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
  And snort 
  Blow
  I like my girls how I like my drugs:
  White
  Lord, youre so pretty
  Lying in my arms
  I just got one request:
  Stop breathing