This is a song about "I m looking for a slut would you be mine"

Rhymes are dime a dozen but i know you won't forget mine

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

You would never think i would be the one the devil got a hold.

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I'm still looking for what's mine

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Baby you so fine

That sometime you wont be mine

Sadistic boy be realistic i hope these lyrics get under your

I have to bleed a bucket full, my life is a movie rated m for mature.