The Makings of a Perfect Bitch

I know you think you got it together player
But fuck the bird you with
And listen close to the makings
Of a perfect bitch
Listen close to the makings
Of a perfect bitch
There's always one thing wrong and you
Wish that you could switch
Or fix, while you shapin'
Every curve and hips, you heard of this?
The makings of a perfect bitch

A ghoul at night
I role like Jack the Ripper
Trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper
Mad niggas in this one predicament
You try to choose a loyal
One and stick with it
My stupid dick again searching for something
To jump and then start humpin'
Convincing me that the history of a woman
Is about leaving a nigga with nothing
So my experiences taught me how
To come up with a
Plan to make a right one for the man
A toy for the boy
The one that righteously will understand
And since I can't find her I
Guess I gotta make her
I creep in the night like a kinky undertaker
I think I'm on a caper to abduct
A nerd from the Ivy League
Next stop at the strip club snatch
A bad one and flee what's next
I'm stakin' out a five star
Restaurant to kidnap the chef
Say goodbye to the stress

I stitch 'em together then I kiss 'em forever
These surgical gloves are made of love
Couldn't be better
Four cycles of blood, child birth first
Men-e-stral cycle
Last men-e-stral cycle then death
That's four, so I guess rebirth is the fifth
Put 'em together, that's a genius
A slut and a chef
Holdin' the scalpel while cutting the flesh
Heavy bleeding, so I need suction
It's such a mess
If she survives she'll be sucking me next
Dark nipples on her D-cup breasts so I
Could titty fuck while she do
My taxes for the IRS
So I could just relax, shit
By now I'm blessed
I'm her daddy, I'm her messiah, I'm god
Cause I injected obedience and
Loyalty in her heart
Know you mad cause you with a
Bitch that nag you to death
I smack mine on the ass and
She breathe her first breath

Gimme Sade's mystique
She gotta know her way in the streets
Like Billie Holiday in Harlem
Body from Ki Toy Johnson and
Kenya Moore in Apple Bottoms
Maya Angelou's brain and some
Groove from Terry McMillan
Them Angelina Jolie lips, Angela Davis
Sista Souljah's wit helping me load clips
Some words from a pimp was, "Nas
It just don't exist" but homes is twisted
A home ain't a home
Without without the misses
All the girls that I named are queens
No disrespect
But I need me someone to disappear
Reappear like I dream of Jeannie
Whenever I want, I think I met her, it's on
Forever I'll flaunt