V1: Ass so fly/ gives me high anxiety/ Need an Ativan just for a chance to think quietly// Flesh so fresh/ you bet if it was a Fresca/ I'd drink it with the Pinkertons in high society//// I've got restraints/ You're gonna make it so easy for me to make it hard to breathe// I go hard in the paint/ I could make your heart seize/ the pain only makes you cum harder when I squeeze////

Let me tell ya some of my favorite things to daydream...

I'ma kidnap that pussy (that's right) and take it hostage (Oh shit!)

Let me sell you on some of my favorite things to make cream

One: your pussy.... I guess that's it; this is not a list

You can't begin to imagine what I'ma do to you

You can scream/ but the fact is/ fuck, I'ma ruin you

Face down/ booty bouncin'/ I'm a prodigy/ they call me Doogie Howser// Insane? How? You see me clownin'?/There's a lot to prove/ Haters are rude to doubt me// I place the crown askew, proudly/ It was gold-plated, but I bought it at face value// With the pace found/ now I'm truly drowning in amazing fluid from a juicy pounding////

I regret the first session of sex with a new person ain't the best

(on MY part, YOU were GREAT)

The next time: fine art on your face

(You can't begin to imagine what I'ma do to you)

Love it when you squirt/ ain't no question that it works/ immersed in a plan now//

Properly motivated, I don't know the meaning of "too much" or "tap out"/ Don't ask me to stop cuz I can't now/ Hands around your throat I'm enjoying the show

Scout-master shouting "Go!" during young Jordie's campout

[This is what you would call a 'filler lyric' it has no rightful place, meaning, or explanation, and only serves to complete these bars in a song that is currently incomplete]

You can't begin to imagine what I'ma do to you

You can scream/ but the fact is/ fuck, I'ma ruin you