Yeah...it's R.Kelly...
40 oz. of Malt Liquor make me want to tell you somethin'.
(verse 1)
Rollin round, sittin on dubs.
Countin the hours, high on shrubs.
Coolin in my Escalade.
Man I'm paid, I got it made!
Take me to your special place.
Close your eyes,
show me your face...
I'm gonna piss on it!
(chorus)
Haters wanna hate,
Lovers wanna love.
I don't even want
none of the above.
I want to piss on you!
Yes I do
I'll piss on you,
I'll pee on you.
(verse 2)
Since your body, your body...is a Porta-Potty.
And my pee I'd kick...
like it knows Karate (knows Karate, knows Karate)
I'm gonna pee on you
Drip drip drip
pee on you.
girl on you...
pissss on you
pissss on you
And you'll never feel, quite the same,
when you get a whiff of my Hershey stains.
I want to poop on you too...
I want to pee in your food.
Only thing that'll make my life complete
is when I turn your face into a toilet seat.
I want to pee on you
yes I do...
yes I do
I'll pee on you
I'll piss on you...
(chorus)
Haters wanna hate,
Lovers wanna love.
I don't even want
none of the above.
I want to piss on you!
Yes I do
I'll piss on you,
I'll pee on you.
Won't you braid my hair?
Said- Won't you braid my hair...?
Before we star, I'm gonna fart.
I'm gonna fart on you.
