Brains Party

[Abyss as Premadon-A talking and singing] [Verse: Abyss as Premadon-A] I'm tired of looking good and bein half broke Do you got 'cause I got? But we can't smoke Wooden nickel ho's tryin to run silly love jokes But it ain't comedy when one of they arms get broke Almost gave up for paper; gave Zack hope I used to sell hell sex love, lies and dope What do I mean I used to? I just wrote this song I put my pride aside, my inhibitions are gone [Bridge] I've been thinkin, girl, you sexy, and I know it's wrong But in a short years of time we can get cash, that's long You know why? (You know why?) You know why? (You know why?) You know why? (You know why!) You know why? (You know why!) [Chorus: Abyss singing] I've got the brains You've got the looks Let's make lots of money (Yea, yea!) We are the game We are the crooks Let's take all their money (Whoa, whoa!) [Verse: Abyss] Remember, with great power comes great responsibility So you on punishment forever girl, are you feelin me? I ain't dressed up tonight to argue and fight (uh) Bartender, pass the drinks. Honey, pass the light 'cause after you get this money, we puffin grass all night Til we look irresponsible like we ain't got no job (ah) I've got male hustlers that get blow jobs from the mob (what?) Rip me off with my cut, ain't no sex involved (right!) Complete hustler on the paper out there, I gotta touch some I ain't down with the dick, but there's some tricks who want to rub some So I send them four hour to get paper and a lump sum These tricks is holdin on my man, thinkin they get love, son! [Bridge] So who am I to ask why or try to judge? Yeah, their issues are deep, but so are their pockets And you know I don't give a fuck as long as they got it You know why? (Why?) You know why? (Why?) You know why! [Chorus] [Verse] I gotta keep myself layered in skins made for players It's dirt bikes and Blazers, doin 90 toward the majors If you bettin against the kid, I don't recommend a wager Sure as sooky, that booky goin be lookin for his paper And when you lose all your booze, then your crew gon' hate you So much they probably lace ya dutch and then rape you (ouch!) Talkin bein bitch, just think of it as lurid When you come home, your mother's like "You know how your friends is!" Splendid, now y'all are startin to get the gist That you might as well slit your wrists if you get Zack pissed I'm like a ghost in your attic, straight pitchin the bits If you hand me money in the face, I don't know who it is [Bridge] (Jackson, Benjamin, Franklin!) come on down! So we can count you in stacks when nobodys around You know why? (Why!) You know why? (Why!) You know why? (Why!) You know why? (Why!) [Chorus]