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.