When I was 9 in ‘86, I walked up to Gene Petersen after a Rockets-Sonics game and got his autograph signed “How Sweet it is!”
Now, these chicks wouldn't leave, they was ready to clown One was 5'6 and weighed three hundred pounds! No, she didn't come through with a thong on She did for the hell of it, big, fat whale of it You can't separate me, I'ma separate you b**** ya p***y smell like Pepe Le Pew You filthy, nasty, sick in the head Sittin' in my dressin room with d*ck on ya bread