In2ition - Women lyrics

Oven mits, b**h tits, p**n clits, more hits Sick wit, torn lips, apple pips, born sick Crap dick, quick lick, tick click, born to rhyme Like all the time. Listening, you're already mine. Make a big sigh Get high. Wait I'm thinking quicker than you are Going faster than most cars. If you're a b**h, come sit on my dick Treat it like a joystick. Back and forth and round and round Till one of us just feels sick. b**h, I'm a hit but that don't mean that you can Play on it. Let me buy you toys cause you know that I'm nice but I'm not nice, I'm just wise; open your eyes Ain't gonna let and ho take over my enterprise but may I Just say I hate the female race: they should go get maced in the face Drop dead like flies. Just go and die