All instruments, vocals, written, and produced by Nicholas Payton.
Bitches:
Bitches!
Love 'em everyday
Bitches!
Gots to get away
Bitches!
Leading me astray
Bitches!
From the good lord's way
Bitches!
Know it's so cliché
Bitches!
Can't ever be passé
Bitches!
Aw, even on judgment day
Bitches!
For my soul please pray
Now I've got a problem
You might help to solve
You see I always had a thing for Bitches
Since I was 'bout 2 feet tall
No matter what I do
Can't seem to get this monkey off my back
I've got less of a chance off bitches
Then them troops coming home from Iraq
Talkin' 'bout
Bitches!
All up in my face
Bitches!
Gots to get a taste
Bitches!
Of the Negroid race
Bitches!
Vanilla just in case
Bitches!
In inter-stellar space
Bitches!
Aw, dressed in fishnet lace
Bitches!
Always leave a trace
Bitches!
Will be my coup' de grace
Now, here's a little story
You might find hard to believe
It happened once up on a time
The night before Christmas Eve
I know it must be true
'Cause I heard up from Rudolph himself
He said Santa got so fed up with Mrs. Claus' bull
That he cheated on her with an elf
Talkin' 'bout
Bitches!
Walkin' down the street
Bitches!
Awww, looking so damn sweet
Bitches!
Want a ringside seat
Bitches!
To my bedroom suite
Bitches!
Never are discreet
Bitches!
Have your business in the street
Bitches!
Slidin' down my seat
Bitches!
On my sausage meat
Bitches!
Bitches!
Bitches!
Bitches!
Bitches!
Bitches!
Bitches!
Bitches!
Bitches!
Know it's so cliché
Bitches
Can't ever be passé
Bitches!
Oh even on judgment day
Bitches!
For my soul please pray
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