[verse] Jenny lacked direction - no clear goal. Never wanna do anything she’s told. Interest in money, like how it folds Now a dancer in the circus, and I’m the pole Raised by a mom and an absent dad Not lean, so her self-esteem was real bad Met her on Tinder, her vibe was kinda hippy Said she had her fortune told by a gypsy Showed me a press clipping Her undressed - skinny dipping Asked me for my package and offered to pay the shipping I asked if she was tripping - felt my pants unzip Quit my quipping but felt there were some steps that we skipped Chilling out, watching my band - pump loud Thinking bout, maxing my grand - cash clout Speaking now, fessin my scam - snitch proud She in town, holding my hand - re route Now she down, waxing my gland - stout pout Fuck around, then understand - find out I’m broken - she bent, but unbowed, no frown Always down to clown when the circus in town Big on the top - she trapezing my jock Don’t love the face paint but I’m digging the frock Wind up my handle - jack in the box Blowing kids out the cannon, now I’m feeding a fox Doing tickles on her belly while I’m teasing the back Lion got no pride but I’m taming the act Cracking the whip - send her back to her stool She be licking her lips - wet spit to drip drool Kibble and bits - sustained by my tool Illest equipped - preferred to skip school Don’t wanna be degrading - she passed my exam Top marks - all four holes and both hands Confused about the fourth one? You shouldn’t be Here’s a clue - 8 letters and it starts with a P That’s why my expression is always beaming with glee Because the threads I weave make a sexual tapestry Reality of the fact is that the gender don’t matter. You can like what you like - fat, tight, bumpy or flatter Don’t feel the need to rat on someone taking a slash These people just trying to piss and you inspecting the pants? Mad as a hatter, so thirsty to be spilling the tea “You must prove lack of a willy, before you may pee” The university of life should rescind your degree Human beings relieve themselves - get in the sea. It's OK to share spaces with other genders and races That settled? Finally, can we please get back to the midway? She tryna bowl me over but my coconut shy I'm playing whack a mole but the hole went dry I started to question my identity as a guy When she smashed my face with a custardy pie Running the show - call me the Ring Master Kneading the dough - tryn'a copy my pasta Cooking the flow - prime bars toastin at ya Han to Greedo - too fast with the blaster Boxing gastrolithic cos my gizzard is stone Cold blooded Komodo, yo, I roll lone In my swamp home, waiting for a lady to chomp Like a sexual Shrek trying to find his donkey Pretty fly for a honkey, cos I'm bringing the raunch I'm like a challenger shuttle and I'm ready to launch Don't hear no rebuttal cos I'm holding the conch Lord of the Flies, Simon says - ask Pharoah Monch Not saying she's a piggy but I'm breaking her specs Monster in the jungle and I'm coming for sex Paying like a DJ cos I bounce cheques And baby if you talking credit, then I'm shipping the wreck No cash, no house, I live in this caravan With a bearded lady and the elephant man We roll deep with the freaks, yeah we filling the seats Cos all the normies from the street just gotta get a good peep Well peep deez nuts if you think you ain't weird Calling her your girlfriend when she's really a beard And you be hanging with your buddies overdosing on fear But I see you on Grindr - closet case of the year Oh dear, no names though - not calling you out That's not the kind of dissing that Mabozza Richi's about I like to hold up a mirror and let you question yourself: Fuck, Marry, Kill: a dwarf, a hobbit and an elf? I'm directing my fellowship to Galadriel's ring Tearing into Two Towers like Return of the King It's on like Bombadil, Arwen's hanging off of the bed Aragon raising his maiden like the army of the dead The helm's deep, hearing shrieks in the reach, Not him as well It's Elrond - bellend and hubby from Rivendell Won't even join in - he's only here for the smells Frying pan to the fire, I'm ringing the bell. OK. Show’s over. Gold? We struck it Walk around the audience, shaking my bucket Donations flooding in, for the girl from Nantucket With a shaky take off, but the landing? Stuck it. [hook: Entrance of the Gladiators] This is the sound of Mabozza Richi Too many words and a tad too pitchy Write something normal Chill and informal With a female character who isn't really bitchy
