Song:		Brown Girls.
Artist:		D To Tha Frizzle.
Year:		2008. 

Verse 1.
The other night I saw this damn fine mademoiselle.
I had the courage to approach, I was maggot as hell.
I saw this other guy. I'm like "This ain't your man, is he?"
She said "He's just a friend". I'm like "Whaddup, they call me Frizzy".
This chick had smooth brown skin, a cute face,
The curves, the booty and a mad thin waist.
She said "Hey baby. Well, my name is Shaniqua".
I'm like "Damn, girl! It's really nice to meet ya".

So now I'm on a roll and ain't nobody stoppin' it.
I'm the cold white milk and she's the hot chocolate.
Now I'm pale, but I'm a cracka wit' charm.
Man, I'm fuckin' whiter than this black chick's palms.
I'm whiter than ivory, semen and porcelain.
White girls don't let me touch them, I force it in. 
Of course I can do what I want. Are you thick?
The blackest part of my body's the size of my dick.
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Chorus.
I search for the best around the world,
The brown girls with the afros with the round curls. 
And my surround sound, renowned to rebound around you,
Will pound you deep in your mound too.
From b-b-b-b-behind, you're looking really fine again.
My dick head straight rips through your hymen there.
Hold still, while I snort another line and then
Your fucking hiney can get me another Heineken.
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Bridge.
I got a big dick, got a big dick. What?
I got a big dick, got a big what?
I got a big dick, got a big dick. What?
I got a big, big what? A dick.
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Verse 2.  
Now with the trait to make a bitch bow down.
I take a slut's waist, make her get down on her face,
After she allows me to start plowin' her taint.
There's no one that's soundin' as great as me in 2008. You see,
I'm not black, but I kinda wish I was because
I fuck more African girls than AIDS does.
Or Gonorrhea, Herpes, Syphilis, Hepatitis.
I'm gunna need to work the slippiest of vaginas. 

I'm a wigger with an attitude - a W.W.A.
I'm double you, ay, from W.A.
A Western Australian freak throwin' trouble your way,
I subtly say. I've been maggot for a couple of days.
So come on and play, you black chicks.
Gaggin' for my fat dick. Tragic flat tits, actin' like a whack bitch.
That's it, you spastic, look at it like it's magic.
Enthusiastic to get my sack up in your twat lips.

Chorus.
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Bridge.
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Verse 3.
I battled big black guy, the other weekend.
His shit was freakin' weaker than a skinny Puerto Rican.
Caught him sneakin' in some shit about the colour of my skin,
And he's black? It's so unfair, man, I can't get him back.
Cos, If I talk about his colour, like some Michael Richards shit,
This whole room is gunna get packed full of psycho bitches quick.
Quiet, their startin' to riot. This shit's getting bigger.
And all because a white man said 'the word'.

Figure it out for yourself, it aint that difficult.
Your whack lyrics'll snap against Frizzle's.
A thorn in your paw, you pussycat, so face it.
Cos yo, you sound pathetic on a regular basis.
I'm never a racist, but now I'm beginning
To tie up and whip all the brown women.
"Umm, who the fuck does this guy think he is?"
Gee whiz, it's me bitch, the big D Frizz.

Chorus.
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Bridge.
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