Vegas de Bad Meets Evil

Got a shitty grin, bitch show me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin City, since when did we begin to get addicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your friggidy-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickdy-bum, hun
The migidy mac's, bigidy back
Don't act wigidy-wack, you can get the fididy-finger, the middle

You little busy bitch, stick-stickity in

Got a 6 o' clock craving, stop get Ciroc

It's about to be an unbelievable night

I call it surreal, Sir Mix a Lot tape in

Hit the spot, spot my next victim

I'm picky like I missed a spot shaving

Came to sip vodka, shit yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies

I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I poke her in the rear

But I bet if I lick her, she'll try to chase me (Haha)

What are you pit, rott, mixed or you just got fixed well shit then let's lip-lock

If not then trick piss off you snobby little pig snot nose

You think you're hot shit 'cause you're in heat

Well, bitch, if you're solar

Then I'm your polar opposite dog cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit

Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit rocks

Then my sick thoughts are about to lick shots

Like this shit's hopping, and drip-dropping in chocolate-ly whip-topping

So whether you're Hip Hop, Slipknot, Big, Pac

Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this

If not then kick rocks in flip flops

And I produced the track

So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (TURN UP!)

So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying

All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying

And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again

Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't do the job of killing Shady, then the karma will, insane him

I'm as brainy Mohammad until the Parkinson's done eat away my brain

And made me Robin Williams crazy

Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a sadist

Hate to say this, but if the thought is entertaining

I ain't stopping till be sprayed it

Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm shaking

But before I tie a rope around this nob

If they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until

Wait I just forgot what I was thinking

What's it called again? I'm blanking

Something about the balls between my legs and I think I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiny

Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging

Go hang in the lobby unless you came to slob me

Come on kemosabe

It's past time, like your favorite hobby

'Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage

Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?

That she's plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit

Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking penis, chopped it, and stuck it up between her armpits

And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet, at least that's what her train of thought is

'Cause I came, saw, conquered, hit it, quit it, and made up a plane of bonkers

And I always end up giving these bitches some complex

And I don't mean apartment

So spread your feet apart

And let me see you do some yoga stretches, splits

Now grab this Cuisinart

And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite

And that's just to get in this bedroom, bitch

Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (What up?)

Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick?

I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a stick

Bet you if you get this old dog these new tricks

To get familiar with I'll learn extra quick

Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit

Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist

Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey

Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy

I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me

You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy

I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre

Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car

And suck my fucking dick while I take a shit

And I think with my dick so come blow my mind

And it tastes like humble pie

So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride

If I let you run alongside the Humvee

Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski

So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy

You gon' blow that rape whistle on me

(Scream) I love it

'Fore I get lost with the gettin' off

Like this is our exit, now let's hit the highway and try not to get lost

'Till we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it 'til tomorrow) Vegas 'til we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it 'til tomorrow) Vegas 'til we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it 'til tomorrow) Vegas 'til we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it 'til tomorrow) Vegas

Whatever happens here, stays here

So let's go all the way dear

'Til we get to Las Vegas

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable

Treat every women in my stable like flavors

Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days

In 7 nights in the days and it's our Vegas

We rolling circles and packs, we the lifesavers

She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then

I'll bring her with me when I show up to her crib waving

And I ain't tryna be the nice neighbor

I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of razors

And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it

Next hoe froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store

With a about a million dollars with your mama

And sat down did an ALS challenge, haaaan

I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again

About to get my back tatted again

About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand

Sitting on a bike in the sand

If you ain't been through nothing

Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like legs on a crab

If she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp

Weed got her so chinky eyed

Look like she been getting high on a flight to Japan

I keep my jewelry on while I'm fucking

Sound like I'm shaking up dice in a can

Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss

If this is my passion (It's my passion)

I learn to give those who don't appreciate my presence

The gift of my absence

I don't know who you been listening to

Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken coop

Bitch, I don't give a two shits

Bitch, get the fuck out of my face

To make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand there

And listen to you while you throw a silly tantrum

Even though I have an affinity for witty banter

Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer

Hold up, she misunderstood me

I said saint, por favor

Thought I said to wait, had four doors

I knock a nigga face off

Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (Whatever)

I leave the club with my tab still open

Won't even get a cab for you and your friend

The only fear I have is of loathing

And I won't even kick in 'til we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it 'til tomorrow) Vegas 'til we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it 'til tomorrow) Vegas 'til we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it 'til tomorrow) Vegas 'til we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it 'til tomorrow) Vegas

Whatever happens here, stays here

So let's go all the way dear

'Til we get to Las Vegas