Diablo Red - Sorry, We're Closed

Bitch I'm closing shop
Spanish Frank go grab the mop
Bad bih give me top
Bet she hop up out that crop top
Running to the guap man this shit it never stop
Bet I never flop
Put a dollar in her coin slot
Red undertone skin compliment her goldilocks
Sorrow stick to me like the sand upon a desert fox
I made a funny know I love you hunnybunny
I gild the lily put a ring up in her tummy
Hey Babalu, i sing to you and bid adieu ya know
This world is rotten it could use ya special moves ya know?
Japanese denim hold my Tiki getting freaky huh
Put it in her netherregions only if she Fiji huh
Demon wind god fist take you out ya element
Pull out my dangalang she know I got that elephant
On my high horse looking down I won't show remorse
I got it bad but I promise that you have it worse

If I were you I would hate to see him open up
Quiet as can be because he's nothing like the rest of us
Jack of the Klub sat behind Regina Stubbs
Say no to love drop a toaster in the tub
Did it ever occur to you that maybe I would rather die
Save myself the trouble of the misery that people lie
Lame I've been told is that the best that you could come up with
You could stand to learn a thing or two from the look of it
You a walking lick I know exactly just what makes you tick
The fall of many men a serpent tongue behind her supple lips
I been down bad and I don't want to feel this pain again
Crush whatever pills I can in tandem with some Jameson
Blot out the sun I'll be whole again when autumn comes
Molly in my gums tab of acid on my tongue
Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
Give ya mans a buck fiddy now he got a chelsea grin

Written by:
Marvin Sewell

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