And a onesie, and a toosie Black fur, pointy ears, I'm hungry Found three little houses in the country Stomach’s empty, I can hear it rumble So that house made of straw’s about to crumble Gonna show you how we do it I go huff and puff, blow your house in Next one made of sticks? We’re doing this again I don’t really care about the hairs of your chin, ay? House made of brick? Then I'm comin’ down the chimney
You wan't smoke?, Illa Siri, you're old, ugh I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it Woo!, brrt Hold up, yeah The onesie?, pop Let's talk about it and talk about it Marshall Mathers, you toosie, oh And I'm just playin', RONNY J You know I love you
