what do you need? i need a trick . i look at the world and it makes me sick . i can't buy the things i need to live. i can't take the things that i can't give.
I AM A NEEDY HO, AND YOU NEED TO KNOW
THE ANSWER TO LIFE'S BURNING QUESTIONs
OF WHAT TO DO AND WHERE TO GO WE SPEAK WITH FORCE that impresses
OUR LOVE COMES DOWN LIKE A SHOWER of rain
ENTREAT! AND TAKE HEED BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE
BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, OR SUFFER A MOST CRUEL FATE
a most cruel fate, baby
WE DON'T COMPROMISE, NO WE DEMAND ABSOLUTE ACCEPTANCE
WE WON'T TELL YOU NO LIES, FOR THE TRUTH IS INFECTIOUS
WE WON'T EXPECT ANYTHING FROM YOU THAT WE CAN'T DELIVER
like sth that rhymes
NOW TAKE YOUR PLACES ON THE STAGE OF SOCIETY
REMEMBER OUR FACES, FORGET OUR IMPROPRIETY
WE TAKE WHAT WE NEED, WE ASK NOTHING MORE
TESTIFYING TO THE GOSPEL OF THE NEEDY WHORE
WE DOMINATE THIS WORLD AND WE GET LAID FOR IT
BUT WHAT'S THE POINT OF DOING SOMETHING IF YOU DON'T GET PAID FOR IT?
WHY SEARCH YOUR WHOLE LIFE FOR SOMETHING YOU'LL NEVER FIND?
PUT MY PUSSY IN YOUR MOUTH, GET ME WET, DON'T WASTE TIME
HAVE THE AGES BETRAYED US? HAVE THE GODS TURNED AWAY
FROM OUR PURE INDISCRETION? BOW YOUR HEADS, LET US PRAY, LET US PRAY, LET US PRAAAYYYYY
NO FAULT TO BE PLACED, NO BLAME TO BE ASSIGNED
WHEN YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED, SEEK, AND YE SHALL FIND
KNEE DEEP IN NEEDY HOES. POPPIN CAPS IN GREEDY FOES. CUZ EVERYBODY KNOWS. THAT WE LIKE TO GET BLOWS. BLOWJOBS THAT IS, SUCKIN DICKS, PUMPIN JIZZ
PULLIN GATS, CAPPIN PRICKS. WHEN I'M ROLLIN WIT MY CLIQUE. i look at the world and it makes me sick
FOO'....FOO' FOO' FOO'
we're all a bunch of needy hoes at the end of the day. when there's nothing left to say then i'll send you on your way
but you know that i need someone right by my side
for whom i can cast aside my, all my pride, stubborn pride
and say with sincerity sure that i don't hope or pray anymore.
for another more awesome than thee
for thou art my true one and only
and i'll love you til time's tree is stripped bare
and the lumbering history unfair is remade into houses for all
who would share the desire to crawl out of pits of deciduous death
on to fields of evergreen bliss, til the presence of god be so felt
that one can't help but pander and melt into pools of a tar-like repose
with no need for possessions or clothes
where then we will exist as one, and appear like an ocean of cum
the result end of all needy hoes, no more solitude, fear, stress or foes
to besiege and belie my intent for the whole fucking world to get bent
and humanity can forever thrive, and take comfort in being alive.
being alive is good, playing a chord is good
being a ho is good
fulfill my needs, fulfill my needs, my monetary needs, my monetary needs
must be fulfilled, must be fulfilled
fulfill all my sexual needs and my money needs too
get in bed and screw screw screw, that's really all i wanna do
but afterwards there better be a 20 on the nightstand
when i go to the store i better be able to pull out my debit card
and say to that man "i'm gonna buy all this shit"