I need a hot ass chick
That’s funny as hell
And I can trust with
The password to my gmail

I just can't be be giving
That shit out to anyone
Trust the security
Behind my Pentium

Mix that drink with
Some gin and tonic
I am collecting gold metals
Like Tails and Sonic

I can rap real fine
I can rap real fast
And I am like The Professor
I got so much class

We got our own beats
But mix different flavors
Rebuild the tracks
Like my man Lee Majors

70's man
Worth six million dollars
And we're the rap team
Worth six million hollas

You know how we do it
And you know how it's done
We're sweet and sticky
Like fuckin' a Cinnabon

Drippin', droppin'
So sweet, unstoppin'
Hot and moist
And you know we be moppin'

Just like the old days
When we had paydays
Lettuce and mayonnaise
For the sweet ladies

Still got the hoagies
And you can still eat it
Act like Michael Jackson
As if I just said 'beat it'

Snap back to the eighties
When there was Full House
Danny, the girls, Joey
And a dead spouse

So sit back
Have a drink if you are thirsty
Like Uncle Jessie said
"Have Mercy"

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Give me a young ass chick
That’s stupid as hell
And can deal with the fact
That I can’t spell

Must be really easy
Super boss and cheap
Baby I think I am pregnant
'Bout to do a Quantum Leap

Can’t share family packs
Extra coleslaw
Gotta drink a Diet Coke
And wash it down with a Bearclaw

I know you feel bad
So many bears pawless
I love to see my friend’s
Little sister’s brawless

Just Like The Cubs
You know I'll let you down
Be gone in 30 seconds
If that ass is round

Pink wet and stinky
Just like a salmon
Take off those panties
If that ass is slammin’

We’ll it’s 7 o’clock
TGIF
Laughing so hard
That I am losing my breath

Family Matters
And Step by Step
Nothin’s cooler than that
Except Johnny Depp

The Thigh Master lady's
Screaming out all night
Cody and the kids
Hope that she’s alright

Patrick Duffy
Come on and love me
Pull it out
Give me a cummy tummy

Thirty minutes later
And we’re at the Winslow’s
Carl’s upset as
Steve’s flyin’ through windows

Pants to his nipples
Jet pack on his back
Jerked off in Laura’s sneakers
"Did I do that?"

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Give me that cool ass girl
Who can sit for a while
Sing along to every song
That makes me smile

You know she can't be caring
Where all the cash goes
CD's tapes and records
That's where all my cash flows

Riding our bikes
Don't start stammerin’
Or you'll be Left Behind
Just like Kirk Cameron

Getting Growing Pains
Round every corner
You're like the Seavers
To my Boner

We're out on the streets
We give different favors
We're tossing this salad
Bring some life savers

Eleven pieces
Five different flavors
We call ourselves Le Roy
But you can call us your saviors

We're like a rock
The right shape for your garden
About the size of your palm
So smooth and hard in

Flippin' floppin'
My meat's not stoppin'
Better not be droppin’
Til I'm done with the shoppin'

Run home slow
Walk around in no clothes
Don't need a TV
I youtube all my shows

Blog about my day
I got a video diary
I'm kind of like Blossom
That's why they admire me

Some of the best cameos
Were in her famous fantasies
My favorite fantasies
Include Blossom in panties

Mom left town
That’s what started this show
All Joey had to say was
"Whoa!"

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