RIHANNA

YO, NEALMOON YO, OMNI SEND THIS ONE UP THE FUCKIN FOOD CHAIN. AM STARVIN TO GET ME SOME OF THIS RIHANNA. WONDER IF SHE WOULD LIKE MY BISCIT BUTTERY BANANA. THE GAMMA RAY'S FROM MY MOUTH, HIT HARD IN THE SOUTH. LIKE TO DOUSE YOU WITH MY SPECIAL SAUCE, BUT YOU LOOK AT ME LIKE JERRY THE MOUSE. I SEE AS TINKER BELL, MY FAIRY. SPRINKLE YOUR BARBADOS VOODOO SPELL ON ME INTILL I YELL. I WANT YOUR HELL TO SMELL ON ME. MY HOME GROWN STALK SWELLS IN INDIANA. I WEAR CHEAP COLOGNE, BUT I STLL FLOCKA WALKA, THIS BITCH. WHY DON'T YOU DITCH THE FUCKIN SNITCH, GET HITCH WITH THIS FUCKIN ENRICH BISCIT FLAVOR. I NEED YOU TO SIGN THIS WAIVER FOR ME, CAUSE I WANT YOU TO MISBEHAVE WITH THE BISCIT. MY LG MICROWAVE FREQUENCY IS AT A 1,000 WATTS, NOT THESE 100 WATT, FOOL'S. THE MAFIA HOMIE'S TAUGHT ME HOW TO ROT MY COUNTRY TO HIP HOP. I THOUGHT FOR A MINUTE, THEN I BEGAN TO JOT THESE LYRICS. I WANT TO PUT THAT FLUFFY DOUGHY ASS IN A CRESCENT ROLL KNOT. TURN UP THIS ANTIDEPRESSANT MAGIC CHEF. I GOT A PLOT TO GET US OUT OF THIS SPOT. MY J,F, YACHT, IS DOCKED AT BUBBA GUMP'S SHRIMP SHOP. MY PROP, IS A TOP, WHEN I SWAB THE PIRATE DECK, WITH THAT WRECK V.S.O.P BOTTLENECK. CAN I REVERSE IT, AND TURN IT INTO A B.F.B TURTLENECK. MY CHURN IS MORE HOWARD STERN THAN CHRIS BROWN. I WON'T MAKE YOUR SMILE FROWN OR P - CLOWN AROUND ON YOUR MONA LISA, CAUSE AM GOIN THROUGH IT NOW. I DON'T NEED SILVER ON MY BACK TO BE A GORILLA. AM ALREADY A KNIGHT FULL OF CHARISMA INSIDE, WHEN I PULL UP HOLDIN YOUR UMBRELLA. TAKE MY JOLTIN HANDS, WALK WITH ME UNDER MY BLUE MOONLIGHT SEWER LIFE, RHIANNA