Ima split your wig like a typhoon, who can save you when i pop out of tha white van, beautiful Christmas ima make em bleed now, Run up point blank blam, blam blakka blakka,down goes your other man, she looked my way, i told miss molly, hear me, please understand, he had you lockd in, time to get together like a town hall meeting,took her and nevertheless, she lacking with her feelings, so i pushing her deeper, till young bruce make them wet lands, bounce, bounce lets goo! time to leave to scene.