[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

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[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

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[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

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