Fantasy

(Madrox)
 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 f**k 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 speach
 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 bad, 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 happy, fantasy
 (Monoxide)
 I'm not sure if you know what you're getting into
 'Cause f**king with me is like f**king 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
 You rub, you touch, thinking of me
 You want it bad, 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 happy, fantasy
 (Madrox)
 I got bitches telling me they hear I got a pretty dick
 Aside from that and the fat kid tits, 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 digits
 Would have been lost in the sauce
 (Monoxide)
 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
 You rub, you touch, thinking of me
 You want it bad, 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 happy, fantasy