PiGPEN - Charlie Cooper (BMF remix) lyrics

[Hook] I got a fat b**h named Charlie Cooper She got a dick up in her pooper We chill as f**, we're bangin Juicy We ill as f**, we're Gary Busey I'm making money, I'm k**ing s*uts I'm having s**, I'm Caligula I got a b**h, she got a dick She pre-op, Charlie Cooper [Verse 1: PiGPEN] Dick n co*k, chicken stock, blow me b**h, I'm frickin hot Dick n co*k, chicken stock, blow me b**h, I'm frickin hot I'm getting drunk, smokin blunts, performin capers I can sell anything, I'm Donald Draper I'm f**in crazy, I'm Katie Holmes I'm from the 80s, I'm Ralph Nader's bones I'm ballin n***a, call me Ubolnik Stallin liver, Communist alcoholic I'm poppin irons like Texas schoolkids man I'm droppin science like the Texas school system No license to conceal weapons so I have my gat Danglin off of the end of my cellphone strap, WHAT?! [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil C] L-I-L-C (aHA) L-I-L-C, they call me... L-I-L-C (aHA) L-I-L-C, damn Yo I'm with f**in PiGPEN, yeah we in the UK Lookin at Big Ben, time is money f** that We just wanna smoke and get high, hella fly You know how we roll, bring it back, bring it back We in H-A-W-A-I-I, travelin the world Lookin for your favorite girl, yeah we comin for that b**h Yeah we comin for that b**h, yeah we comin for that b**h Yeah we comin for that b**h, yeah we comin for that b**h Yeah you know how we roll (aHA) we so f**in sharp Now he's the devil, I'm the angel let me play my harp So opposites attract, we on the track and we bring it back We about to be on the dirtiest flow and y'know PiGPEN and Lil C like attics Yeah we staying to the top like Anne Frank, what the f** you think? I won't bring a tank, motherf**er? Like a sharper shank (aHA, aHA) [Verse 3: PiGPEN] There's no I in recession, no C in recession No I in recession, but there's bodies on my weapon Stalin liver, order the 227 Got my piece from the hands of Charlton Heston Molon Labe, make my day Cased God in the buildin (aHA) Just picture PiGPEN in a pork pie hat I'm Heisenburg n***a, I break you bad Got c**aine white as Ralph Nader Got h**n black as Darth Vader Got Nader's arm strapped up tight Pullin the plunger, lookin like the White Stripes While I count cash (uhn) Puffin on that space age Neil Degra**e Me and C out in Istanbul in a dirigble Bangin some Mystikal, gettin metaphysical We f** up the car, sprayin models b**hes in the bar, BJs from bottles I can fit 20 heads in the trunk of my Porsche I'm in my bed between the legs of my horse For intercourse of course, the f** do I care? And she pre-op, gelding-to-mare [Verse 4: PiGPEN] (aHA) k** yourself n***a, suicide watch I'm k**in that p**y, homicide crotch Sharpshooter, from the hip, dead eye Like Lisa Lopes and Thom Yorke's left eye (uhn) You givin up coin when I snatch you Make you look like those Japanese cat statues I'm on the can with a can of cake frosting Can't rap without pausing, being the boss is exhausting (uhn) My penis is my member (schwag) Your p**y is a community center (aHA) Man that's so f**in apropos Wait that words too big, I'm rappin ho! [Hook] (schwag)