Delusions of Ganja

Your Mrs is a woman in the know
And she never called a clart on the blow
She changed the saddle on her bike just to fit her fanny
Disgraced the cycling world just like Marco Pantani
But she still knows how to treat a n*gga
She likes her balls with bratwurst like Karlheinz Rumenigge
The pasta bake she done was slam dunk
But your sheets might need washing, and I think she got a bit drunk

But she still leads choir in the church
Sundays you can look, but you can't touch
Scrubs up in pearls and a frock
She likes to be a lady, but she loves the cock

Still keeps it high on the flow
Still keeps it tidy on the down low
Still brews up one for the pot
She likes to be a lady, but she loves the cock

She likes to do the rounds in the jails
Helping out the needy like the Princess of Wales
She gargled with my jelly, and spat it when she came
I said "You drive me wild, Diana, if that is your real name"
She turned around and showed me both her holes
An independent woman like Beyonce Knowles
I said I preferred it if she faced the crew
'Cause I couldn't find a bag to fit my head too

But she still wanted more with the cocks
A four player game like a 2nd hand X-Box
But I aint a man who likes to share
And this is a fact of which I made her aware
But then she just explodes in a rage
She wants a whole lotta love, just like Jimmy Page
But I aint gonna brag, like the real Slim Shady
She'll let the lads think that she's a lady

But she still leads choir in the church
Sundays you can look, but you can't touch
Scrubs up in pearls and a frock
She likes to be a lady, but she loves the cock

Still keeps it high on the flow
Still keeps it tidy on the down low
Still brews up one for the pot
She likes to be a lady, but she loves the cock