CRAZY HORSE MENS CLUB

I got my name Pak from my great ballsack
Made a rack
From hopping on a track
Then I blow
A back
Keep it quick
I'm running
Track
Running the track
Like a running back
All around
The cul de sac
Go back to the car
I'm whipping like a star
Car dar zar I know my spanish verbs
Maybe even some slurs
Running the game you'd think I was on the Spurs
I prefer a big black ass
Why else would I be throwing cash
Crazy Horse Men's Club
I thought it was a damn pub
But there was no J Schill to buss it down
And now there's nothing on this verse to break down

Luke and Emily pulled up to the club
Got up on stage and started giving each other the rub I'm talking
Fondlin'
Ass grabbin' and milk squeezin'
The PDA Demon
Hе got the crowd screamin'
Luke how do you fit that in your pants
Lukе started doing his mirror dance
Shakin' his shit one cheek at a time then he started clappin' em together with every rhyme
Then I heard something that gave me such a great smile
J Schill pulled up for the first time in a great while
And brought with him some bad bitches and raw style
The flow's vile
At least that's what all the ladies say
Anyway
Talk shit on him and he let that semi spray
Jason Schill got a big pink asshole
Lickin' on Luke's green bean like a casserole
Luke and Jason dancin' all up on that pole
In the
Crazy Horse Men's Club
Thought it was a damn pub
Now we got J Schill
Shakin' both them buns

(Yeah, yeah)
Welcome to the Crazy Horse Men's Club
It's not a boy's club
It's a men's club
And if you ain't got a man
Then you ain't getting in
The men's club
Crazy Horse Men's Club
I thought it was a damn pub
And we just took a damn dub
(Ay)