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it's daphne, bitch
00:56
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You bitches don’t know me
And of me you speak highly
All nice things of some other Doe
You want to know
But I’m not that thing
You saw on your screens
All those years ago
No, I’m a different ho.
I’ll tell you a lil something about
these mystery gang cases
99 percent of them ended
With rich men’s asses in my face
You’d think these kinds of gents
Would be adverse to being half bent
On the table, in the lawn
In the kitchen, past dawn
But on and on it went
Behind the scenes I meant
And so I’ll take you on a ride
This time you’ll be on my side
Let’s get into the mystery van and get into some freaky shit
Imma tell you about the time I almost got caught up in some kooky flit
So it’s me and all my goulfriends
In the mystery van
Gettin tan
Tryna find the means to the estate
Of this here sexy man
6’ 1” and bout 250
And he’s looking really knifty
And I think he got a swifty
Of my Coco Chanel 50
What? Oh no, no sir
I am only 23
Now, what you say you want with me?
What? Oh no, no sir
I am not that kind of girl
But I have been around the world
Searching different kinds of treasures
Under certain kinds of measures
Could you say that you have ever
Met a clever regular degular?
No. No no, no sir
With the kind of queen
You’re seein’
Gotta show me some more green
So it’s me and all my niggas
In the mystery van
Gettin’ high
Tryna find the reason
For big daddy’s claim of treason
While I’m wondering if he’s decent
It developed kind of recent
My curiosity
Getting the best of me
I said, Hey, hey there, hey sir
I have a little theory
Can you bring your fatty near me
Oh, okay, okay
It’s been a little while
Since you had your ass beguiled
I can take it kind of slowly
After that then you will blow me
And before I even knew
His head began to spew
With blood and flesh
And fresh intestines
All on the velvet floors
So I headed for the doors
And then I see in a little frame from 1910
Big daddy and the past inhabitants
Eating in some grand hall
And I recall it is the hall that I stand in
And this mister hasn’t aged for almost 7 decades
So I find it really spooky that I thought I might want booty
From a cutie who would do me who was really 102, see
I went back to my crew
with the money we’re due
And before you even knew
I flit, I flan, I flew
Spoken, free:
And that was the case of the Zombie Bachelor. He still had a fat ass though. At least.
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fred
03:51
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Silly ass ho, silly ass bitch
Stupid ass ho, stupid ass bitch
Crazy ass ho, crazy ass bitch
Basic ass ho, basic ass bitch
Ya uncle’s a bitch
Ya brother’s a bitch
Ya daddy’s a bitch
Ya granddad’s a bitch
You is a bitch
You like to snitch
I been hearing from round the way
That you got something to say
About a bad bitch like may
I remember when you’d used say
put that pussy right in my face
Got you spinnin a-round my place
Now you being for beggin for another taste
Crying on the floor, what a waste.
Silly ass bitch,
didn’t yo mammy teach you better?
While I’m in my purple sweater
Pussy poppin ever wetter
Why you hatin on my swagger
Your toupee is looking badder
And yo face is looking battered
Do you even really matter?
Do you even really matter?
Remember that case with that suitcase?
You give me directions to the base
But then I fell down a trap door
You said gotta go find that whore
Like you didn’t know my name no more
Like you didn’t want me like before
We started solving these mysteries
Bringin on this misery
And I’m asking pretty please
Will you still be daddy?
Ya uncle’s a bitch
Ya brother’s a bitch
Ya daddy’s a bitch
Ya granddad’s a bitch
You is a bitch
You like to snitch
I been hearing from round the way
That you got something to say
Bout a bad bitch like may
I remember when you’d say
put that pussy right in my face
Got you spinnin round my place
Now you being for beggin for another taste
Crying on the floor, what a waste.
Silly ass bitch,
didn’t yo mammy teach you better?
While I’m in my purple sweater
Pussy poppin ever wetter
Why you hatin on my swagger
Your toupee is looking badder
And yo face is looking battered
Do you even really matter?
Do you even really matter?
Remember the time you thought there was shagging
Going on between me and Shaggy?
But then I had to think about the time
I even put it out of my mind
Watching you and Velma grind
To a nice 3 / 4 time
The haunted record player still wines
In this castle you said was mine
But then I found out that was a crime
You was sacrificing me for a dime
You left me on that rug cryin
Your handkerchief couldn’t help dry em
That’s why
Ya uncle’s a bitch
Ya brother’s a bitch
Ya daddy’s a bitch
Ya granddad’s a bitch
You is a bitch
You like to snitch
I been hearing from round the way
That you got something to say
Bout a bad bitch like may
I remember when you’d say
put that pussy right in my face
Got you spinnin round my place
Now you being for beggin for another taste
Crying on the floor, what a waste.
Silly ass bitch,
didn’t yo mammy teach you better?
While I’m in my purple sweater
Pussy poppin ever wetter
Why you hatin on my swagger
Your toupee is looking badder
And yo face is looking battered
Do you even really matter?
And your balls are really hairy
And you got no derriere
You get off to watching Carrie
And it’s all just kind of scary
This is now my final query
And you got no derriere
(dramatically sung): And you got no derriere
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