Album: Blackout - Year: 2007

This is a song about how it’s cool to have a baby even if you’re not ready to. You have to do it when you’re young. Statistics prove that the best time to have a child is when you are young, single and poor, and that’s what I am so if Britney says it’s time, who am I to make sure I take my pill EVERY day. Most days is good enough. Besides you can only get pregnant like 3 days a month and there are AT LEAST three days a month when I don’t have sex so it’s cool. Still if I say I’m ready to baby it up some, then I am. Britney is obviously a good parent even though she’s had some problems (K-Fed messed her up, in case you’re too stupid to tell, and he’s stealing those kids so he can get money no doubt).

Here’s the lyrics and how she’s talking to me:

The way you smile (makes me hot and know you are going to be there for our baby)

The way you taste (lets me know you’re already past puberty and can give me a baby)

You know I have an appetite (in both of my smiling lip-holes)

For sexy things

All you do is look at me

It’s a disgrace (You should be doing more)

What’s runnin’ through my mind is you (and what I’ll say to your cheesy pickup lines, they’ll work I promise)

Up in my face (the first couple times, probably. I’m not easy, you’ll have to earn access to my other apertures.)

Your voice is like music to my ears (if you say the right things, like about how mature I am and how you’ve never met anybody quite like me, even though I’m so much younger than you)

Whisper softly and the world just disappears (It might be the ketamine but still)

Take me higher and just wipe away my fears (My fears will all be gone if you can get me high, I promise)

When you’re with me (even if my girlfriend Houston is there, or your buddy from work, but better if it’s just us)

Oh boy, it’s my heartbeat that I hear (pounding in rhythm to the ticking of my teenage baby clock)

Ooh, ooh baby (Ooh is what you say when you see that ugly wiggler)

Touch me and I come alive (inside and out, so be freaky and I will too)

I can feel you on my lips (upper and lower too, you name it, I feel you there)

I can feel you deep inside (either of my lip spots, it’s cool and I love the hell out of it)

Ooh, ooh baby (same deal)

In your arms I finally breathe (but I didn’t inhale)

Wrap me up in all your love (even if by “love” you mean your passion)

That’s the oxygen I need, yeah (to breath deep in my throat of you)

You’re fillin’ me up [six times] (And seriously, you’re filling me up six times)

with your love (or whatever, but you can call it “love”)

The more you move (your hips, lips and other parts)

The more I tense (and clasp my girly stuff around your manliness)

It’s like you got me hypnotized (or charmed like a snake, or maybe YOUR snake, baby)

I’m in a trance (like I just cummed out of a basket)

Your jersey fits (you sweaty bastard, play me like you’re double dribbling into my dibble spot)

It’s right at home, between my hands (and even more at home between my other pairs, chesty or crotchy, honey)

And now I hope you know (me in the biblical sense)

That I’m your biggest fan (or at least the one you’re taking home tonight to rock unprotected to baby me up a bit, baby)

Yeah, yeah (and I swear I’ll say “yeah” twice again later, but maybe I’ll scream it and for real at that)

Your voice is like music to my ears (when you scream daughter while we’re rocking)

Whisper softly and the world just disappears (especially when you dose me in advance, which is cool too)

Take me higher and just wipe away my fears (while I cry all over you)

When you’re with me (even if you cry out your wife’s name, I know you’re legally separated now)

Oh boy, it’s my heartbeat that I hear (in my head when I’m crying even how high I am)

Ooh, ooh baby (stuff me full of your hot, hot man-baby seed)

Touch me and I come alive (Or any other way, which is me still coming)

I can feel you on my lips (top, bottom, back or front, still cool)

I can feel you deep inside (even though I’m pretty numb in the cervix, but that’s just cuz I’m a bit roughed up from my old job but I don’t need to talk about it)

Ooh, ooh baby (which is rocking if you gimme the baby in the hotness of my wetness)

In your arms I finally breathe (in deep from your little glass pipe or other little thing you put in my mouth.)

Wrap me up in all your love (as long as you’re not wrapped up with any kind of love-glove, you dirty birdy Sanchez motha)

That’s the oxygen I need, yeah (yeah, yeah, motha-futhin’ yeah, now watch me rub it at the same time)

You’re fillin’ me up [six times] (or more)

With your love (if that’s what you call it)

You got something that I really want (which is your sexy mangoo chutney)

And come here, we don’t even have to talk (unless you’re gay or something, but that’s O.K. too)

And lay back and let me tell you what I’m thinkin’ (which is how pretty our bitty baby is gonna be)

Cause I like you [twice] (and I may like you twice, if you can MAKE me like you twice, hopefully on the same night of course)

Baby, [spoken 25 times] (This just means we should have 25 babies together if you have the power to give it to me, but if you don’t U R total loser)