[Intro]

Hey, cutie

Come back to my telly

Here's the key to my room

I'm in six-six-six

[Chorus]

I could hit you from the back, I could hit you from the front

From the bottom or the top, it's however you want

All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do

'Cause we ain't gotta checkout tomorrow until noon

And I'ma hit you from the back, I'ma hit you from the front

From the bottom and the top, it's however you want

All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do

So here's the key to my room, baby, from me to you

[Verse 1]

Oh, Amy, look at those teeth

Good grief, good-looking, what you've been cooking? Roast beef?

'Cause you look like you've got hookin', did you get no sleep?

Every tooth in your mouth's crookеd, sugar, you're so sweet

Every time that you pick a boogеr, your nose bleeds

Girl, look at ya, you just Freddie Krueger'd your whole street

You're terrorizing the whole neighborhood with your crow's feet

Back off of my car, get off my hood, would you go eat? (Yeah)

Come back on a full stomach without the core

Put some lotion on your sores 'til you're cocoa butter soft

I'll help you to find a vein, I'll even tie you up

Pull your hair, stick a bee on you, pee on you, dry you off and

Maybe when you OD, I'll buy you a coffin

Me, oh, my, oh, I finally see why you call me so often

'Cause me and you go together like Tiger Woods and golfing

I just can't get enough of your love, I'm just so engulfed in it

[Chorus]

I could hit you from the back, I could hit you from the front

From the bottom or the top, it's however you want

All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do

'Cause we ain't gotta checkout tomorrow until noon

And I'ma hit you from the back, I'ma hit you from the front

From the bottom and the top, it's however you want

All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do

So here's the key to my room, baby, from me to you

[Verse 2]

This beat compels me to tell Chelsea Handler to belch me

Let's felch, embellish me with pickled relish and velveeta

This belt be the key to help me strangle myself, I need a

Step ladder, some lotion, and no help for this stealth procedure

And these are just the things that I do when I'm at my leisure

"Shady, I'll pick the ladder up from underneath you

And make sure that you can reach it with your feet, after that, I'll leave you"

"Lisa, wait- ugh... come back, I need ya!"

"Shame I gotta go through all of this crap to please ya

Jesus, you look like David Carradine havin' a seizure

How in the hell'd you get your pair of jeans wrapped in your t-shirt

When they're down around your ankles, you an acrobat with amnesia?

Oh, milk of magnesia, where the Hell you at when I need ya?"

"Just get me down from here, what the fuck you laughin' at, Lisa?

I just ejaculated, my neck is snappin', oh Jesus

Who'd 'a knew how hard jackin' your meat was?"

[Chorus]

I could hit you from the back, I could hit you from the front

From the bottom or the top, it's however you want

All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do

'Cause we ain't gotta checkout tomorrow until noon

And I'ma hit you from the back, I'ma hit you from the front

From the bottom and the top, it's however you want

All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do

So here's the key to my room, baby, from me to you

[Verse 3]

I creep through the window like a phantom

I'm up inside the party with the Hennessy and Fanta

Mylanta and I plan to party 'til one- "Woah, slow down, grandpa"

Don't let the dick fool ya, 'cause baby, I got stamina

And girl, I'm 'bout to show you I'm the man 'cause I'ma have this van

Look like somebody pulled a trampoline inside a camper

And when it's rockin', don't come knockin', nah, don't tamper

A cross between Rocky and Rambo with more ammo

Pop two Ativan's and lay in the duvet with Amber

But the madam wasn't a man, damn, it was Adam Lambert

I should've known it, 'cause goddamn it, it had a man purse

That's what I get for slammin' them damn Samuel Adams

I wrote the book on pimpin', can you all fathom

Or do I have to throw the whole damn manual at 'em?

So welcome to the OG's annual gathering, Catherine

You might wanna ask him to hand you an Aspirin

[Chorus]

I could hit you from the back, I could hit you from the front

From the bottom or the top, it's however you want

All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do

'Cause we ain't gotta checkout tomorrow until noon

And I'ma hit you from the back, I'ma hit you from the front

From the bottom and the top, it's however you want

All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do

So here's the key to my room, baby, from me to you