Freak Accident
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Hey Nikki, how'd you get your eye fucked up?
Rollin' on a Saturday, me and the girls coolin'
Hangin' out, sippin' stout, so yo, we were foolin'
Invited three guys to the house
Now two was real dumb, the other was asked to get out
No doubt, I picked the winner
'Cause my man was on vacation for weeks
Not that I was feenin', but for freakin' at least twice a year I cheat
Now clearly I was hopin' he was not heartbroken
When I'm done up on my mission, I'ma pass him a token
Nah love, hold on a minute
You went out, got pissed, and brought
Back two guys you've never seen before
Yeah well I told you my man was out of town
So what else was I to do?
Crazy, now he's late that night, he live in colors on the tube
So I laugh a little bit to get the freak in the mood
He plays the shy role, but I know what quiet ones got
I rub him, I push him, yeah, here comes the speed knot
So here we go, head to head, chest to chest, toe to toe
I'm feelin' horny so I'll give it a go
Bangin' and pushin' and pumpin' and sweatin'
And we were knockin' boots like we had both did a pittin'
But oh no, we hear keys upon the door
Hey, he takes a flyin' leap, I take a dive to the floor
I reach for my panties but this person's gettin' closer
I hear a deep voice, it's my man, yo I'm over
Hey Nikki, you're in your house with this geezer
And your man's at the door with these keys
How'd he get these keys then?
Heh, he pays the rent
Shit, he gave me keys
Tam, it's my man now, here I go, ass out
Shit, if I ain't gonna regret sippin' on stout
Yo, he broke into the door, threw my freak against the wall
Punched me in my eye and told me "Bitch, you got it all"
Knocked me down hard, my freak was severely scarred
Yo, I tried to put my clothes on but he said "Now my dick is hard"
Some way I got away but he was right behind me
Hey, I was jettin' out like I was runnin' from doomsday
My eye was swellin' ugly as I ran for the telephone
But here comes another left hook from dawn
Okay, so it's cool, I put the shades on and I step
Yo I'm outta here dear, it was fun, no regrets
Nah nah, I'm sorry Nikki but you're mental
I mean look at that eye, it's a flippin' bastard
And your man's a twit
Well what do you expect, eh?
Yo yo yo yo, what's up with this studio shit?
Get that girlfriend, bitch get out of here
Yo, wouldn't you supposed to be in the kitchen makin' some pop?
Why'd you come in here breakin' all my shit and stuff like that?
Yo yo, tell your girlfriend to get the fuck
Yo, don't make me some hominy grits and some pot stew
Don't you judge me okay?
Cook your own shit
Oh fuck, fuck you, get out