Cactus Juice
Drink cactus juice
It'll quench ya
Nothing's quenchier
It's the quenchiest
Okay
I think you've had enough
Twisted off this cactus juice
I might be speaking Latin, dude
Actus me invito factus
Non est meus actus, dude
People wanna work with me
To put my name in brackets, who?
Say they wanna practice
Just to put me on a mattress
Wanna hear me
Come to my room, room
Puff, pass, ching-ching
Not fucking thinking
Dollar eye twinking
Just a little junkie
Room's gettin skunky
I don't even like weed, but
You can pass it to me
Shut up and drink
Can I get some of that?
If I keep teaching you shit
You better pay me tuition
My pussy put a spell on you
Like a Bette Midler magician
But, boy, your dick looks like
You need a pediatrician
Can you get insured
With that pre-existing condition?
Step up, annoy me
Try to clamp on
Step off, fuckboy
Or you can eat my tampon
Who you tryna blast on
Blast off? Strap on
Wax on, wax off
I don’t need a damp palm
I got a command on every land
You land a camp on
Jack off to the task on hand
That I can still expand on
Acting and demanding
Like I’m holding me for ransom
You can't hold my letters better
But like envelopes you’re stamped on
Grandpa
Take a seat my little pupil
I am an alumn
You’re not gonna get some
Size you up like circum
I've got better things to do
Than to hang out with scum
Or to fuck a little drummer boy
Ba-rum pum-pum-pum
Come
Come to my room, room
Puff, pass, ching-ching
Not fucking thinking
Dollar eye twinking
Just a little junkie
Room's gettin skunky
I don't even like weed, but
You can pass it to me
All you wanna hear me say is
All you wanna hear me say is
All you wanna hear me say is
All you wanna hear me say is
Come to my room, room
Puff, pass, ching-ching
Not fucking thinking
Dollar eye twinking
Just a little junkie
Room's gettin skunky
I don't even like weed, but
You can pass it to me
Boys who think they showed me
Boys who think they wrote me
Never had a problem
After that boy tried to grope me
Always wore a condom
After that guy tried to choke me
Never was a bottom
After that boy thought he broke me
One, two, fifteen
Don’t act like you know me
I look blue, taste green
Make you feel like codeine
I cook, chew my own greens
Don’t act like you own me
I’m not your Juliet
And you will never be my Tony
Don’t offer me your shit
I always have my own rollies
Don’t wanna take a hit
Cause I do not fuck with your bony ass
Cough it up and spit
I know your daddies bought you ponies
But the only thing that you can give
To me is alimony, so
Wipe those eyes, I know
Everything you told me
Was full on lies, tried
To say so you could hold me
Thought cause you saw me
I would be your one and only
So, when you call me
Leave a message at the toning
Shut up