I want you all, to meet my baby.
She turns all the heads, but she's my old lady.
She's five foot five, and eighty four pounds.
Five hundred fiftey rpms, of .50 rounds.
I love my girl, she was built to kill.
She'll break your body, fast as she'll break your will.
A kiss from her is a touch of gods wrath.
Trees bricks and steel, can't stand in her path.
Her touch is lethal, no matter were it lands.
But hold on tight boys, or she'll break your hands.
She hits me in the cheast, before I hear her in my ears.
It hurts so much, Im almost in tears.
Hold your horses, my girls high maintenance.
To keep her singing, requires a little paitie