(Verse 1 - Fast Flow) Yo, listen up, let me tell you 'bout this motherfucker, He's obsessed with big asses, like a goddamn sucker, He's got a one-track mind, tunnel vision straight to the rear, He's droolin' over cheeks, like they're his fuckin' career. He's at the club, eyes glued to the back of the room, He's not here for the music, just for the big-ass boom, He's sayin' "Damn, look at that, holy shit, what a sight!", He's prayin' for a chance to touch, but he knows it ain't right. (Chorus - Fast Flow) Ass, ass, he loves that fuckin' ass, He's a creep with a dream, chasin' after that mass, He's laughin' at his own fate, 'cause he knows he's a clown, But he'll die happy if he can just touch that round. (Verse 2 - Even Faster Flow) He's like a dog, droppin' his jaw to the floor, His brain's gone, he's just a puppet, a total whore, He's shoutin' "Bend over, baby, let me see that view!", But he's so fuckin' awkward, he's a comedy show, true. He's got no shame, he's lost
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