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    [Chorus]
    I know you think you got it together player, but fuck the bird you with
    And listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch
    Listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch
    There's always one thing wrong and you wish that you could switch
    Or fix, while you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this?
    The makings of a perfect bitch

    [Nas]
    A ghoul at night, I role like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
    I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper
    Mad niggaz in this one predicament
    You try to choose a loyal one and stick with it
    My stupid dick again searching for something to jump and then start humpin'
    Convincing me that the history of a woman is about leaving a nigga with nothing
    So my experiences taught me how to come up with a plan to make a right one for the man
    A toy for the boy, the one that righteously will understand
    And since I can't find her I guess I gotta make her
    I creep in the night like a kinky undertaker
    I think I'm on a caper to abduct a nerd from the Ivy League
    Next stop at the strip club snatch a bad one and flee
    What's next, I'm stakin' out a five star restaurant to kidnap the chef
    Say goodbye to the stress

    [Chorus]

    [Nas]
    I stitch 'em together then I kiss 'em forever
    These surgical gloves are made of love, couldn't be better
    Four cycles of blood, child birth first
    Men-e-stral cycle, last men-e-stral cycle then death
    That's four, so I guess rebirth is the fifth
    Put 'em together, that's a genius, a slut and a chef
    Holdin' the scalpel while cutting the flesh
    Heavy bleeding, so I need suction, it's such a mess
    If she survives she'll be sucking me next
    Dark nipples on her D-cup breasts so I could titty fuck while she do
    my taxes for the IRS
    So I could just relax, shit, by now I'm blessed
    I'm her daddy, I'm her messiah, I'm god
    Cause I injected obedience and loyalty in her heart
    Know you mad cause you with a bitch that nag you to death
    I smack mine on the ass and she breathe her first breath

    [Chorus]

    [Nas]
    Gimme Sade's mystique, she gotta know her way in the streets
    Like Billie Holiday in Harlem
    Body from Ketoi Johnson and Kenya Moore and Apple Bottoms
    Maya Angelou's brain and some groove from Terry McMillan
    Them Angelina Jolie lips, Angela Davis, Sista Souljah's wit
    Helping me load clips
    Some words form a pimp was, "Nas, it just don't exist"
    But homes is twisted, a home ain't a home without without the misses
    All the girls that I named are queens, no disrespect
    But I need me someone to disappear, reappear like I dream of Jeannie
    Whenever I want, I think I met her, it's on, forever I'll flaunt

    [Chorus]

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