Vegas

Vegas （斯维加斯）（）-Bad Meets Evil

Got a shitty grin

B**ch show me them itty-bitty titties again

We're in Sin City

Since when did we begin

To get addicted to d**e

Diggity b**ch 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 b**ch

Stick-stickity in

Got a 6o'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 sh*t yeah

That little chick is hot but if she got rabies

I wouldn't give the b**ch a shot

I poke her in the rear

But I bet if I lick her

She'll try to chase me （

What are you pit rott mixed

Oh you just got fixed

Well sh*t then let's lip-lock

If not then trick piss off

You snobby little pig snot nose

You think you're hot sh*t

Cause you're in heat

Well b**ch if you're solar

Then I'm your polar opposite dog cause

I'm colder than popsicle sticks

Poppin'sh*t

Talkin'it walkin'it spit rocks

Then my sick thoughts are

About to lick shots

Like this sh*t'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 sh*t knocks （UP ）

So bring clairvoyance to this bangin

And I'mma keep on saying

All the sh*t 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

The thing above 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 b**ch 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 sh*t remains on my d**k

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 d**k like Lorena Bobbit

Got a wean her off it

Weiner off it like she took my f**king 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 b**ches 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 b**ch

That's a prerequisite

And that's just to get in this bedroom

B**ch

Walked up to that Ke$ha chick （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 b**ch

Oops I guess the sh*t

Took an unexpected twist like the neck

Of the freaking exorcist

B**ch I said that this mask ain't for hockey

Hate Versace Versace

I got M ünchhausen 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 b**ch like Bizarre

B**ch shut the f**k up

And get in my car

And suck my f**king d**k

While I take a sh*t

And I think with my d**k

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 gone be

Put that sh*t away Iggy

You gon'blow that R**e whistle on me

（I love it

'Fore I get lost with the gettin'off

Like this is our exit

Now lets hit the highway

And try not to get lost

'Till we get to Las Vegas

（do it 'till tomorrow）

Vegas

'Till we get to Las Vegas

（do it 'till tomorrow）

Vegas

'Till we get to Las Vegas

（do it 'till tomorrow）

Vegas

'Till we get to Las Vegas

（do it 'till 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 7days

In 7nights 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 ho 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 and 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 likes on the Gram

If she current I keep her p**sy purring

Like the pipes on a lamp

W**d got her so C****y eyed

Look like she been

Getting high on a flight to Japan

I keep my jewelry on while I'm f**king

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

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 f**ked up

Like Pookie in the chicken coop

B**ch I don't give a two shits

B**ch get the f**k 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 ni**a face off

Give him the bottom of the nine

Like a baseball scoreboard （

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 'till we get to Las Vegas

（do it 'till tomorrow）

Vegas

'Till we get to Las Vegas

（do it 'till tomorrow）

Vegas

'Till we get to Las Vegas

（do it 'till tomorrow）

Vegas

'Till we get to Las Vegas

（do it 'till tomorrow）

Vegas

Whatever happens here stays here

So let's go all the way dear

Til we get to Las Vegas

Vegas

Vegas

Vegas

Vegas