Primer

Hey, Daley!
Get the fuck away from my sister
you punk mother fucker!

I do
Yeah yeah I do
Yeah I promise, I do
Yeah, I do
What's up, can I kiss the bitch yet?
What, I do
No

First of all bitch, I never promised I'd be rich
So fuck you and your wishes, you need to do the dishes
And change the damn cat litter
I thought I told you to get rid of that crazy cat last week
Oh, don't you get sassy with me missy, because I'll go upside you quickly
But yo, she's kinda sneaky, when I sleep she'll probly stick me
But it be a threat, and threats make her respond
She probably grew up watchin' pops be the mom
Until the break of dawn I can pop shit, talk shit
Hostage to herself because there ain't no where to walk
This is the middle of Hell, you got no job, no diploma
Might as well kick it with me and live in Hinckley, Minnesota
She's my trailer park chick
With the pap-tarts and venison hard liquor
that caught the buzz off the over-the-counter medicine
The rent is in the mail (hey-yo), bitch pump the keg
Fix the antenna, act your age and spread your legs
It's my castle, white-trash hoe
And, if I want to, I'll put it in your asshole
You want to battle baby, I'll put a shadow over your sky
Now shut the fuck up and fix me turkey pot pie

[Chorus] x4
I own the Camaro, and the mobile home
So where the fuck you gonna go?

Go, go, go ahead and call your mom if you need someone to cry to boo
I guarantee that that bitch is gonna lie to you
Fuckin' crank-head, soap opera, pastries and diet soda
Everything she'll ever need to know, she learned from Opra
Yo, what the hell she's gonna do for you? That bitch is stuck too
Get off my phone, tell her I said whaddup, and mother fuck you
And tell daddy if he wants some to bring his drunk ass on
I'd beat that fat bastard with a cast on
Hey-yo, honey, I'm trippin', but why you always flippin'
Dress slutty every time that we go drinkin' with my buddies
Won't be long before you're carryin' my puppies
Speakin' of which, you bleedin' yet bitch, 'cause you gettin' kinda chubby
Yo, where the hell'd you put my stash?
Better tell me quick-fast or catch a foot in the ass
Oh no, you did not smoke all of my pot
If my Remington was out of the pawn shop, you'd get shot
Stop and put that knife back in the sink (baby, baby, baby)
Why you fuckin' tryin' to take me to the brink?
What you think? Quit thinkin' and pretendin' that you're smart
Happily ever after 'till death do us part

[Chorus] x4

Go
Fuck you
I love you