Dinner Date

[Intro: Mr. 8 Legz]
*Laughs*

[Verse 1: Mr. 8 Legz]
Well shit, I guess I should say somethin'
I got to admit, I never been great at introductions
I don't do handshakes 'cause I fuckin' hate being touched and
That would make it awkward when you wind up in my dungeon Which is more of a bathroom that's under construction
I don't know what you would call it, man, it's up for discussion
Just don't critique the wallpaper, I followed the instructions
So you can end up cuffed in the tub stuck being bludgeoned
By a drunken motherfucker, stay bumping Smashing Pumpkins
And I'll show up to your funeral, claiming that you're my husband
Dressed up like a unicorn, loudly playing the trumpet
Trying to get your sister in the bathroom to give me a blumpkin
And then extort her into buying champion belt for a hundred grand
Be the only champ to defend that shit with a gun in hand
"Oh, you don't like it? We can settle this at SummerSlam!
You can be the Brooklyn Brawler, bitch, I am the Son of Sam!"

[Chorus: Dubbs, Whipstick]
Why you looking for a reason to leave, like
I don't even know what you seein' in me but
I just wanna kick it in my seat, watchin' TV
Me and you together, baby, we could be dreamin' but
We gotta make it through this dinner date first
(Car broke down?)
I'm tryna break the ice and eliminate nerves
(Need a ride? Hahahahaha)
'Cause each and every [?] yours but
We gotta make it through this dinner date first
(You poor, poor girl)

[Verse 2: Whipstick]
They say let Jesus take the wheel, so I let him
And if I said it wasn't fun, call me the son of Geppetto
Careening over medians
Good lord, I never seen it
When the traffic swerved around and
Cars blowing up, I'm scared as fuck
Passengers screaming, whiskey chasing my demons
As I look to the black [?]
But back to you and me, I got this mutual feeling
That we're bound to be together for a definite reason, so
Stop at my dude's right after the funeral
Don't mention the wallpaper, don't know what he'd do to ya
But I bet he'll show his POGs 'cause they're kinda collectible
Or maybe his wrestling belts, spread proper like a centerfold
All that aside, you better get comfortable
'Cause I got my favorite sweater and I'm goin' full Huxtable
Don't need no evidence to prove me humpin' and stumpin' you
Just know that when you're dead I'm the one touchin' and fuckin' you

[Chorus: Dubbs]
Why you looking for a reason to leave, like
I don't even know what you seein' in me but
I just wanna kick it in my seat, watchin' TV
Me and you together, baby, we could be dreamin' but
We gotta make it through this dinner date first
I'm tryna break the ice and eliminate nerves
'Cause each and every [?] yours but
We gotta make it through this dinner date first

[Verse 3: Dubbs]
Yo, welcome to the crib, girl, I only got two rules
The bathroom's over there but promise me that if you use
No number twos, boo, 'cause women never doo doo
And if you mention the wallpaper I'm goin' cuckoo
Yo, I'll give you the tour, this is the floor
This is the door, this is the room where I stick it in many a whore
Here's the kitchen and did I mention I cook like a pro?
We can use that room in a minute, you look like a hoe
I'm feeling like you weren't feeling that compliment
But since you got no common sense, I'll bet that I'm still gonna hit, so
Make yourself at home, grab yourself a drink and sit
I gotta take a shit but when I'm finished, baby we can split
She said, "Let's get a pizza, we can watch some Netflix"
I said, okay, but yo, you gotta order Jets, bitch
She got on the phone and ordered a Hawaiian up
I said, "Get the fuck out!" and I ain't even tryna fuck

[Chorus: Dubbs]
Why you looking for a reason to leave, like
I don't even know what you seein' in me but
I just wanna kick it in my seat, watchin' TV
Me and you together, baby, we could be dreamin' but
We gotta make it through this dinner date first
I'm tryna break the ice and eliminate nerves
'Cause each and every [?] yours but
We gotta make it through this dinner date first