I don't have to know you, you're worthless, therefore there's nothing to know, and therefore by not knowing you, I actually know everything worth knowing about you.
Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom Or in back of a classroom How ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that *** soon See I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and out last 'em And if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em I'll let 'em free And the tell me what they fantasy Like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me