[Hook:] You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
[Verse 1:Tech] Unga bunga bunga, ingda bing da binga bunga It's fun to hunt the cunt to ding the dink to feed my hunger I jump on a bitch, pump on a chick, crunch 'n munch on a clit, dunk on a dick Somethin' sunk in it quick, krumpin' a bit, humpin' the nina, bring the thunder I be the king of kung, up in your spleen, the weiners on you I -- eat it up like sufamunda, cheese between lasagna I -- skeet it up, 'n giddy up, fiend for cream, va-geena tongue Then feed the need, we lump for hunters, easily we done you The gal sure look like fuck food to me Might as well, bitch, I know you suck dudes for free I can smell slit, when I'm in lust to a degree If it's shellfish, I'm in the dust, you is debris, trick If you one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish We come for the wonder chicks, whose buns are thick and to make my lumber spit And my whole crew hunt Want some of that new chum Kerri Hilson, sure looks good Tastes good too, punk
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
[Verse 2: Irv Da Phenom] I'm placed in hands and they notice I'm approachin, scopin out where the cushion at Snatch her out this habitat, soon as I stab my hook in that Can't stop lickin my chops, watchin her walk, n now I'm look at Them pair of apple Bottoms n that bomb donka that she put in that I got bottle full'a captain n jack, n I'm ready to get it crackin Baby now tell me whut'chu wanna do I got a package full a magnums thats back at the pad if you wanna attack Then I'mma be strapped up for you And all ya home girls, baby bring the whole hurd! Its open season for pillow squeezin, n leavin toes curled Inebriated, slightly faded, time to get it poppin Pull u p the bus, open the doors, n all the bunnies hop in Show me her naval ring, said theres one more underneath it Tech I don't believe, Kalli whut you think? (LET ME SEE IT!) The newest member of the Drill Team I'm on the prowl Just a wiff'a the feminin scent I'm equpin for infinite pimpin, its goin down See baby girl, I'll beat it up, and put it in a headlock When I snap n go primevil on that ass, makin the bed rock
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko] I'm a sexual predator, better alert the neighbors Cuz they desperate house wives, is just my flavor Darth Vadar, pullin out my light saber And they like my hard candy, call it Now and Later Spear chuck'a mutha (HEY!) I'm a hunta, gathera Lookin for a super soaka n lofa ladderal Bend'er over then ya stroke her, I mean ya stabbin'er Get to pokin, get to strokin, I mean ya ravage'r (?migowa?) I'm eatin bush babies right out the showa Dine with me n N9ne, byin fine wine We devour ya, carnivourish niggerish I gobble the top ya like it was licorish I even tell fat girls (HEY!) come here, are ya ticklish? Dirk Diggler, might hurt'cha but might fit'cha Honey want a hunt'cha just ta hit'cha S'go on, take a chance, when I advance, don't freeze up Somethin in ya pants I wanna beat up/ Cuz, ya-ya-ya-
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