(spoken)
remember the first time you got thrown in the joint for some piddly assed
street crime, and you had to stay overnight cuz the _man_ couldn't
get you paid out till the next morning? And youhad to share a cell with
some rock-hard con who gave you a PhD from the school of hard knocks?
Well I do. This here's a little number that many bring back some memories...
(sung)
Welcome to the Big House, little boy
new fish in the can
Now that you're here, you're my new toy
That you better understand
I'm the top dog in this here cage
I'm meaner than any old witch
So don't bother working up a rage cuz
I'm gonna make you my bitch
I'm the man up on the mound
and you've gotta receive
you now live my personal dog pound
I do not try to deceive
When I give you the flesh fastball
you've gotta take that pitch
your position in life has taken a fall cuz
I"m gonna make you my bitch
I'm gonna get you down on all fours
and take you for a little ride
soon my juices will be coming out your pores
so spread those asscheeks wide
you may have come in here straight
but now it's time to make a switch
you're my meat and that's your fate cuz
I'm gonna make you my bitch
bend over and take it
spread em, poindexter!
Assume the position!
Beg for a treat!
Squeal like a pig!
(c) 2001 Hidden Agenda
Lean back and enjoy it!