Got it?
Got it!
One, two, three!
I know that it's wrong, I know that I'm sick To think with my head and not with my tits
I may be a man, but I got no balls I'm gonna make you get off if I really am
girl
R.A.P.
What is coming over me?
R.A.P.
Better run, you better flee
I've been a R.A.P.
I've been a R.A.P.
I'm a sick fucker and I got no brains
If I talk, I speak wrong
I'm a sick fucker and I got no brains
All I can do is turn to the pain
R.I.P. what is coming for me
R.I.P. better run, better flee
Better flee, better get away from me
Thank you!