Bitches!
I’m eatin’ chips
I’m gettin’ salty
You wanna steal my Lays, better make sure my security system is faulty
Throw ‘em on the neck
Throw ‘em on the neck
Potato chips be danglin’ and nobody frontin’ on my styles
Droppin’ mad cash
Fifty dollar sack
Gotta keep my cred up and my carbs down, motherfuckers!
If my aspiring rap career ever takes off all the way, I’m totally going to have one of these in the back of my tour bus. My record label will ask me where I pissed away the advance money and I will reply “I spent it on the ‘Hit the Bum’ machine in the back there. Give it a whirl.” My manager and the label head will then spend the rest of the afternoon smashing thonged asses with a mallet. Now that’s fucking gangster.
$22 and a good enough reason to buy one.
