Benny Troung - Tim Allen Stylin’ lyrics

Oh, you mad? You mad (You mad)
You mad at me?

Hoes, Hoes, all kind a hoes
Pussy on your nose, now touch your toes
Squeeze that scrotum, and suck it slow
I got enough cum to fill a bucket, ho
Benny Troung stylin' rap Ralph Lauren
If you don't believe me go ask Lauren
Or go ask Shoren oops, I mean Sharen
Go ask Karen, last night they were sharin'
My dick (Damn) bitch, sharing is caring
Ho, here's a towel
There's some sperm on your earring
Ewww, that's ear-milk here's a Q-tip
Don't let your man hear this
He might cut his wrists, I'm serious
Start crying when he look in the mirror
Life's over, that's how he feelin'
Murder-Suicide himself, and the children

Oh you mad, 'cause I'm stylin' on you
Run through your bitch
Benny poundin' on her
Cum on her tit's, that's a gallon on her
(Tim Allen Noises) Tim Allen on her, like

Young BT, I'm a classy guy
Bust two gallons on her asshole, ai
You call the cops like "I
Think that's the guy
Who fucked my wife like last July"
(Snitchin')
5'9" slim, some call him "Goldskin"
He's a celeb, he knows Gary Oldman
Went to the funeral of Gary Coleman (RIP)
Seen at the Walgreens with Kelly Rowland
Eatin' muffins with Vanessa
Hudgens's cousin (huh?)
When I say "eatin' muffins" I
Mean we were fuckin' (okay)
Aw shucks, she was somethin'
Got drunk, sent a DVD to her husband (Damn)
Don't be sad, G it's cool, man
Wasn't me, she screwed the whole crew, man
She need a shower, she need new pants
April O'Neil, Four dudes in the news van

Oh you mad, 'cause I'm stylin' on you
Run through your bitch
Benny poundin' on her
Cum on her tit's, that's a gallon on her
(Tim Allen Noises) Tim Allen on her, like

And I would immediately explode
In an orgasm of
Tremendous spiritual power, while at
The same time
Prophesying violently in some foreign tongue