Trade in my soul I'm a slave to that dough Fuck it, pay me I don't want no fame I'm on a low budget Make what I own Get out my face I don't owe nothing Trade in my soul I'm a slave to that dough Fuck it
Thousand bitches, thousand bitches [x8] [Verse 1: Lunar C] Girls everywhere, I'm tryna take a couple of them home Sailor Jerry's got me slurring like a motherfucker though [?] A thousand bitches, quick put them in a row I've gottal be up in the morning to shoot a fucking video Nah, I can never fuck a thousand bitches Cause I always fucking cum in about 6 minutes But I get the job done, don't doubt it Mr. Fantastic, [?] Stretch Armstrong, Dhalsim did it Bitch I ain't swapping digits My mind stay on my business I ain't misogynistic, I've just got a lot of bitches [?] Seen everybody's demons Now I'm seeking my inner peace I want five Latin wives and three from the Philippines I just hope I don't die before they legalise weed and polygamy [?] I'm starting to get a hard-on She said \"what? I beg your pardon?\" I said \"bitch, are you retarded?\" \"What you doing in the V.I.P with all these artists? You ain't talent scouting, you want hard dick\" Although I'm ugly somehow I got women Don't want me? I'm putting it down to my lyrics I jump in the crowd and they gripping my penis or ripping my jeans, I've got hundreds and thousands of bitches