Leopard Print Tights

Women, slaughter your daughters

If you want to treat them right;

You know, bury them in night.

Give them some tights, rose water,

And a pocket knife for life.

Let them loose, juice them up, uh!

Let the muse choose them, yup, ah!

And a hot-cut wife will rife

The scene. Don’t be mean, do you

Know what I mean? Just be

A club queen and just trust me.

It’s disgusting to pass through

Life without triggering senses—

Life without a mirror, oh—

Life without any fear, yo—

It’s like niggering fences;

Paint them black and get senseless.

With your leopard print tights you’ll

Be the illest chick in school—

If you appear defenceless.