Bob George
[Gal]Let me see ya danceNew coat, huh?That's niceDid u buy it?Yeah, rightU seeing that rich motherfucker againU know who I'm talking aboutThat slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouthDon't try to play me 4 yesterday's foolCuz I'll slap your ass into the middle of next weekI'm sorry baby, that's the rulesI pay the rent in this raggedy motherfuckerAnd all u do is suck up food and heatSay what? Oh yeah?4 someone who can't stand them T.V. dinnersU sure eat enought of them motherfuckersWho bought u that diamond ring?Yeah, right.Since when did u have a job?U seeing that rich motherfucker againWhat's his name? Bob?Bob, ain't that a bitch?What's he do for a living?Manage rock stars?Who?Prince?Ain't that a bitch?That skinny motherfucker with the high voice?Please, who do I look like baby?Yesterday's fool?Don't u know I will kill u now?U're fuckin' right.I gotta gunU think I don't?Then what's this?Oh, u quiet nowuh uh!Little? Yeah, right. It might be little but it's loudYeah, right.Uh uh!Now put that suitcase downAnd go in thereAnd put on that wig I bought UNo, NoNo, NoThe reddish-brown oneBob, ain't that a bitch?OhGotchaGot yaHey Bob, if u're out there, let me see u danceU said u was funkyC'mon, c'monAin't that a bitch?Bob(Come out with your hands up)I'll kick your ass (This is your last warning)Think I won't? (Oh no! The nigger's got a laser)(Let's get the hell out of here)Is Mr. George home?Hello, Mr. George? {Note: The high pitched voice}This is your conscience, motherfucker {that responds to his call, when}Why don't u leave motherfuckers alone? {slowed down to about 2 rpm,says}What's wrong with u? {"Operator, what city please?"}Well, why can't we just dance?Why can't we just dance?No, fuck that, fuck thatI don't talk about u, I don't talk about uWit' yo' little almond-shaped head assWho the fuck do u think this is?I'll kick your ass... twiceBob, if u're out thereLet me see u danceU said u were funky, c'monB-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what'd it saySame motherfuckin' shitTurn it out