I still remember this one Damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing And it's mother****in' scary Tryna keep him 'cause I found him Let a hoe know I ain't mother****in' sharing I could take you to the parents, then to Paris Plan a mother****in' wedding You the type I wanna marry (yeah) and keep you merry I'll put the ring on when you ready

He said I look like Hanna Beth And b-|tch, I almost lost my breath Wanna f3ck in the back of the Hot Topic? Lift me up and then I drop it He bought me tickets to Warped Tour Should I go? Well, b-tch, for sure He might not look like he gets b|tches But honey, that D|ck was eleven inches Come on, f— me, emo boy Come on, f— me, emo boy Come on, f— me, emo boy