[Chorus: Creep-P]

Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me?

They play these games, there's nothing left to see

Don't you dare let anybody take a peek

B-I-T-E me, baby

Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me?

They play these games, there's nothing left to see

Don't you dare let anybody take a peek

B-I-T-E me, baby

[Verse 1: Creep-P]

I'm the first lady, call me Julia Child

Got a little bread now, so I truly be wild

White linеs on the table, but you're Ruе in denial

If you ridin' with the crew, better do it in style

I'm the Gordon Ramsay, you the Paula Deen

Talked your shit once and appalled the scene

Herb garden how I'm growing all my green

Prolly gonna see me on your walls and screens

Be a freak and I can season it a little bit

Get your teeth in, I can see that you're a little bit

These are not coincidences, they are synonyms

B-I-T-E, that's the end of it

Have it your way, this pussy gourmet

If it's in poor taste, then out my face

Finger lickin', get in my kitchen

Switchin' positions, pick up the pace

Fuck me so good, got a bun in the oven

Fill it to the rim, call it Cheaper by the Dozen

Callin' out to Amy, 'cause this bakery's still runnin'

Order after order, and a bitch is still stunnin'

Eat it up, eat it up, like you're a cannibal

Beat it up, beat it up, like you're an animal

All of you bitches are too fuckin' flammable

Sit and unzip, put your dick in my mandible

[Chorus: Creep-P]

Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me?

They play these games, there's nothing left to see

Don't you dare let anybody take a peek

B-I-T-E me, baby

Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me?

They play these games, there's nothing left to see

Don't you dare let anybody take a peek

B-I-T-E me, baby

[Verse 2: Ayesha Erotica]

Freaky coke whore definition

Three slut bitches in the expedition

Top see-through with the exhibition

Listening to Jewel singing "Intuition"

Follow my heart to the dick I smell it

Where the K-dealer freaks, where the felons

Where the coke head dorks, no telling

Bitch, I'm in the Porsche scoring, where's Ellen?

I'm the first lady of swallowing loads

Where's the president of sucking some toes?

Where the opps, enemigas and foes?

Where the bitches who be fucking for clothes?

Fuck driving the boat, I just stole it

When I see your Kia, I'ma tow it

If my titty pop out, I'ma show it

If I go broke, then bitch I'll just hoe it

'Cause I already walk on tracks

Fuck wood, come knock on ass

Bring beers, I'ma knock one back

And I heard your LP that was doggone trash

Dang nabbit, I got a fat rabbit

Nose bloody 'cause I gotta bad habit

All them old ass songs, you can have it

'Cause Ayesha come through with the hits like an addict

[Chorus: Creep-P]

Hey there baby, is there something wrong with me?

They play these games, there's nothing left to see

Don't you dare let anybody take a peek

B-I-T-E me, baby

[Outro: Creep-P]

Endless cycles, bile rising

No more stomach for your whining

I see why it's so exciting

Icy smile inside me hiding

Endless cycles, bile rising

No more stomach for your whining

I see why it's so exciting

B-I-T-E me, baby

Endless cycles, bile rising

No more stomach for your whining

I see why it's so exciting

Icy smile inside me hiding

Endless cycles, bile rising

No more stomach for your whining

I see why it's so exciting

B-I-T-E me, baby