Twiztid - Fantasy lyrics
[Twiztid - Fantasy lyrics]
Baby, you don't know me, but I'm crazy
'Cause I like comic books
Toys and freaky ladies
And you can never fade me at all
Even if you're coming out of
Your panties and bra
I been taught and I been played
It's all the same
And that's why they call it a
Game and me a loser
I like subtle bitches who like to fuck rough
Not thug bitches who just like
To just make love you're just too confused
And maybe you been abused
But who am I to critique
The dudes you let up in you i know who I am
Do you know who you are
And would you really have the hots for me
If I wasn't a rap star
I'm an underground provider of
The carnival speech to get you so hot you
Flash your titties and peach
You say you rub your soft spot
When you thinking of me
Well add two more fingers and
Go deeper into your fantasy
You rub, you touch, thinking of me
You want it then just let it be
How bad you want it, let me see
How far you'll take this fantasy
I see girls like you all the time
They act like they want to be mine
They act like once they get what they want
They'll be having fantasies
I'm not sure if you know
What you're getting into
'Cause fucking with me is like
Fucking with a gin-su
I'm not the candy and flowers
Type that you're use to
To damn near die to try
To impress or amuse you
And all you see is the paint and the contacts
And hear a couple of bomb raps
And then you're like, where Paul at
And I don't even see how you could get
A picture of me on the internet
I guess with the fame
It'll make it look like we ever met
It'll take another guess maybe
'cause you're crazy
And lady I ain't even trying
To be playing with and plus I'm probably
Everything you'd expect
And you'll probably just want to
Go and get married instead
And you'll probably just be the
Craziest bitch I ever met
And I'll probably end up in jail
For abusing your neck once again
If I was working at your local record store
Would you still want to be my little whore
I got bitches telling me they hear
I got a pretty dick
Aside from that and the fat kid tit's
That's my assets
A few more reasons to make you lick your lips
Imagining you're deep throating my
Pretty chubby thickness
Would you be feeling me
If I was serving you burgers and fries
Chocolate shakes and promotional apple pies
Or just drying your ride at
The local car wash
Some how I imagine my digit's
Would have been lost in the sauce
Maybe it's because I got some cute ass nuts
That make the chickens want to get me
And just gobble them up
It could even be my super
Long run of bad luck
That will turn a good girl
Into a freaky deaky slut
Or maybe it's because you're crazy
Sitting in the dark
With headphones like we're never apart
And on that note I'm going to
See you when you're dreaming
Thinking of me and just feining
'Cause I like comic books
Toys and freaky ladies
And you can never fade me at all
Even if you're coming out of
Your panties and bra
I been taught and I been played
It's all the same
And that's why they call it a
Game and me a loser
I like subtle bitches who like to fuck rough
Not thug bitches who just like
To just make love you're just too confused
And maybe you been abused
But who am I to critique
The dudes you let up in you i know who I am
Do you know who you are
And would you really have the hots for me
If I wasn't a rap star
I'm an underground provider of
The carnival speech to get you so hot you
Flash your titties and peach
You say you rub your soft spot
When you thinking of me
Well add two more fingers and
Go deeper into your fantasy
You rub, you touch, thinking of me
You want it then just let it be
How bad you want it, let me see
How far you'll take this fantasy
I see girls like you all the time
They act like they want to be mine
They act like once they get what they want
They'll be having fantasies
I'm not sure if you know
What you're getting into
'Cause fucking with me is like
Fucking with a gin-su
I'm not the candy and flowers
Type that you're use to
To damn near die to try
To impress or amuse you
And all you see is the paint and the contacts
And hear a couple of bomb raps
And then you're like, where Paul at
And I don't even see how you could get
A picture of me on the internet
I guess with the fame
It'll make it look like we ever met
It'll take another guess maybe
'cause you're crazy
And lady I ain't even trying
To be playing with and plus I'm probably
Everything you'd expect
And you'll probably just want to
Go and get married instead
And you'll probably just be the
Craziest bitch I ever met
And I'll probably end up in jail
For abusing your neck once again
If I was working at your local record store
Would you still want to be my little whore
I got bitches telling me they hear
I got a pretty dick
Aside from that and the fat kid tit's
That's my assets
A few more reasons to make you lick your lips
Imagining you're deep throating my
Pretty chubby thickness
Would you be feeling me
If I was serving you burgers and fries
Chocolate shakes and promotional apple pies
Or just drying your ride at
The local car wash
Some how I imagine my digit's
Would have been lost in the sauce
Maybe it's because I got some cute ass nuts
That make the chickens want to get me
And just gobble them up
It could even be my super
Long run of bad luck
That will turn a good girl
Into a freaky deaky slut
Or maybe it's because you're crazy
Sitting in the dark
With headphones like we're never apart
And on that note I'm going to
See you when you're dreaming
Thinking of me and just feining