Twiztid - Fantasy lyrics

[Madrox] Baby, you don't know me, but I'm crazy 'Cause I like comic books, toys and freaky ladies And you can never fade me at all Even if you're coming out of your panties and bra I been taught and I been played, it's all the same And that's why they call it a game and me a loser I like subtle b**hes who like to f** rough Not thug b**hes who just like to just make love You're just too confused And maybe you been abused But who am I to critique The dudes you let up in you I know who I am Do you know who you are And would you really have the hots for me If I wasn't a rap star I'm an underground provider of the carnival speech To get you so hot you flash your titties and peach You say you rub your soft spot when you thinking of me Well add two more fingers and go deeper into your fantasy [Hook] You rub, you touch, thinking of me You want it then just let it be How bad you want it, let me see How far you'll take this fantasy I see girls like you all the time They act like they want to be mine They act like once they get what they want They'll be having fantasies [Monoxide] I'm not sure if you know what you're getting into 'Cause f**ing with me is like f**ing with a gin-su I'm not the candy and flowers type that you're use to To damn near die to try to impress or amuse you And all you see is the paint and the contacts And hear a couple of bomb raps And then you're like, where Paul at And I don't even see how you could get a picture of me on the internet I guess with the fame It'll make it look like we ever met It'll take another guess maybe 'cause you're crazy And lady I ain't even trying to be playing with And plus I'm probably everything you'd expect And you'll probably just want to go and get married instead And you'll probably just be the craziest b**h I ever met And I'll probably end up in jail for abusing your neck once again If I was working at your local record store Would you still want to be my little who*e [Hook] [Madrox] I got b**hes telling me they hear I got a pretty dick Aside from that and the fat kid tits, that's my a**ets A few more reasons to make you lick your lips Imagining you're deep throating my pretty chubby thickness Would you be feeling me If I was serving you burgers and fries Chocolate shakes and promotional apple pies Or just drying your ride at the local car wash Some how I imagine my digits Would have been lost in the sauce [Monoxide] Maybe it's because I got some cute a** nuts That make the chickens want to get me And just gobble them up It could even be my super long run of bad luck That will turn a good girl into a freaky deaky s*ut Or maybe it's because you're crazy sitting in the dark With headphones like we're never apart And on that note I'm going to see you when you're dreaming Thinking of me and just feining [Hook]