P-L-A-S-T-I-C L-I-T-T-L-E (x4) (Sound confused) It's p a c k o f r a t s Yep yo it's packofrats rappin on the intro and I'm joe camel cool when I'm at the jam minglin my dingaling's long like Arsenio's fingerin J. Lo's uterus Mr. drizhollerin, and I'm hollerin at your motherfuckin mom and em, At your dance party yo I'm bathrobe pimpin, And I still get the digits and escape wit yo bitch Forget it dude I wasn't tryin hard, Babygirl think I'm a big rap star Honey did think that my pocket's large But um, no bitch, I'm broke as fuck I still do shows and I still get fucked Like that time in NY yo I came in the limo with co co And with pink fittow, word is bond yo dat's my kiddo For shit o sho I took the steps to hit the top floor and when I got there homie Guess who I saw (Who?) Shane, the cocaine sniffing hipster, Doesn't know the meaning of sober nor work I need cool cred, hurry up shane, He pulled out an issue of vice magazine Just read this from page to pager Then you'll be a major player Get some girl to suck you off in an elevator Fellas, grab your big old dicks Ladies rub your wet ass clits Put em together 'cause that's the shit And yo, this is another rap hit. Fellas, grab your big old dicks Ladies rub your wet ass clits Put em together 'cause that's the shit And yo, this is another rap hit. Oh my god is that Johnthousand? I heard he's gay. No, I heard Johnthousand swings both ways. Well, Johnthousand, whatcha gotta say? Naw, dog, I'm abstinent, If I ever fucked a dude it was accidental And probably all about the dollar bill Yo you know how me and money feel About each other Bread and butter Ugly bitch? Cut her up a bone in rubber Home for supper Mama never even know I left Yo You boys is crazy, We'll make you shoot your baby We'll make Chewbacca run down the block and put a glock inside yo momma Yo Everybody's smokin crack Kurt, gimme somma dat Homie how'd you get so black? Holla at them Yo this goes out to the haters who act like they confused Fuck you all day fuck you all night, We don't love you hoes It's nobodys child or nbc, niggas in the crowd all envy me, You need to chill out, 'cause you can't beat Those Plastic Little boys Oh wow, you can freestyle Rap, for days, so amazed The bottom line is boy, you ain't on the stage, you ain't getting paid Now, you wanna save hip hop? Yo, pick up a tin cup, start to front, get on the corner See if you could rap yourself up a buck See if I give a fuck (I don't) About this hip hop shit Yo, I'm just in it for me To be in the club, drinkin for free P-L-A-S-T-I-C L-I-T-T-L-E (x4) (Sound confused) (X2) Fellas, grab your big old dicks Ladies rub your wet ass clits Put em together 'cause that's the shit And yo, this is another rap hit.