***, That Ain't Luv! (Explicit) - The Boss Hog Barbarians

Fix you somethin' to eat Ni**a please

You better get back in this battle

And handle your business

Huh

Woke up quick at about noon

Hard dick and

I wanna get some breakfast soon

I want some food and some

Head befo' the day begins

So I call up Jeanette

One of my female friends

She was all on my pack like asbestos

Washed my balls and

The b**ch made breakfast uh huh

She had good looks a butt big and soft

But the hoe couldn't cook so

I cut the b**ch off

Nowadays Zone ain't f**kin' with love

I need a b**ch to cook

It up like Wolfgang Puck

The pancakes sucked so I left her

Pick up the phone to c

All this brokeass heffer

Yeah this b**ch named Ethel

I call her big breakfast

Because she big as hell

But she can sho' cook breakfast

Baby look to' up damn near broke

But her cookin' is so good

I damn near proposed

When I give you a ring girl

That ain't love

I'm just thinkin' 'bout my future

'Cause I need grub

When we get old F**K LOOKS

I want collard greens

Wash my dish and my dick

And I fly the scene

Yo dawg she got a mustache

Man that sh*t is minor

'Cause she blows like a pro

And turn my house into a diner

Do I look like Mr Belvedere

B**ch I burned cereal

So we ain't gonna hook up

If your cookin' ain't superior

F**k a pretty wife Zone need to eat

In 20 years she'll be ugly

I need bon appetit'

So if you burn the grits

I turn my hoof up to y'all

One minute he's there

Then poof he's gone

Sent that b**ch to the kitchen

Made her turn on the grill

If that fish ain't fuhryin'

I'm f**kin' with a Happy Meal

Baby don't try to kiss me

Know I don't go for that

As long as we livin' it ain't no lovin'

B**ch turn on the oven

I need a chick that

Can cook anything I think of

But to me that ain't love

B**ch that's just grub

Why don't you get some

Motherf**kin' work or somethin'

Stupidass b**ch

Listen if you ain't in the kitchen

You in the doggy position

You just a pigeon cookin' duck

Ain't no love in just stickin'

She got a kid I ain't the dad

I be abusin' the child

B**ch can cook a po'k chop

But she ain't Julia Child

Round the way Puerto Rican chick

But cook like she Cuban

Boliche arroz con pollo mofongo

Ay conio she actin' up

I smacked her with the Bisquick box

And b**ch I'm not lickin' your twat

Unless it's smothered in gravy

Your baby mother is crazy

Suckin' my dick while she bakin'

I put the cream in the pastry

The turkey baster is off limits

I get her off with it

I ain't Captain Save A Batch

But save a batch of biscuits

For me and my niggaz

We eatin' good tonight

You washin' every dish in sight

Your fishsticks and grits are tight

Attitude pitiful

Asked for a ring with emeralds

I gave you cookbooks by Emeril

Love to watch you slave over

The stove with your Dcup

Breasteses I'll tell you what breakfast is

It's my eggs sunny side up

Sausage inside her

Your mouth get the

A** bounce out of the fryer

I want food when

I'm hungry and

Head when I'm horny

Then I'm through with the hoe

Like Zone's through with accordians

The key to our relationship is rice and peas

The chicken need a little salt

And pass them spices please

Uhhuhhh oh yeah what

Yeah you were sayin'

You need your nails done

And want help with the payment

But I'll tell you one thing though

I ain't forkin' dough

I'm at your crib starvin' b**ch

What the f**k you think this fork is for

Sent that b**ch to the kitchen

Made her turn on the grill

If that fish ain't fuhryin'

I'm f**kin' with a Happy Meal

Baby don't try to kiss me

Know I don't go for that

As long as we livin' it ain't no lovin'

B**ch turn on the oven

Now cook it on uppp

Cook it on up

Ain't cooked in a week what the f**k

Now cook it on uppp

Cook it on up

B**ch you don't love me what the f**k

Butterworth

Oh And it was sweet

I gotta eat before I skeet heh yeah

Bon appetit b**ch

And the b**ch better know how to cook

'Cause I'm a ni**a that'll eat some sh*t up sh*t up