(koujaku) Oh, my, god. Mizuki, look at his bun.
(mizuki)he looks like one of those rhyme guys' boyfriends.
But, you know, who understands those rhyme guys? [scoff]
(koujaku) They only talk to him, because, he looks like a playboy bunny, 'kay?
I mean, his rabbit, is just so big.
(mizuki) I can't believe it's just so round, it's like, out there, I mean— gross. Look!
I like big buns and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a bunny hops in with an itty bitty face
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough
'Cause you notice that bun was stuffed
Deep in the game I’m playing
I'm hooked and I can't stop saying
Oh baby, I wanna get with you
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that bun you got makes me so horny
You say you wanna get with my Buns?
'Cause you aren’t an average bunny
Got it goin' like a turbo 'set
Sayin' robo dogs are so nice.
Take the average rhyme man and ask him that
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your boyfriend got the bun? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
 (Flat face with a bunny booty)
(Flat face with a bunny booty)
(Flat face with a bunny booty)
I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm driven by in rhyme
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause girl parts aren’t made for boys
I want 'em real thick and fluffy
So find that fluffy double
Beggin' for a piece of that fluffle
So I'm lookin' at rhyme videos
Backtreet ribbers walkin' like hoes
I'll keep my men like Flop Bo
A word to the thick jumping mista’s, I wanna get with ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fuck*
A lot of straights won't like this song
'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the humping on
So, bunnies! (EEE!) Bunnies! (EEE!)
If you wanna hop up on my dick (EEE!)
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Even straight boys got to shout
Yeah, baby... when it comes to Rabbits, Species ain't got nothin' to do with my selection.
White- brown- hare? Ha ha, how about all of that.
So your allmate plays a rhyme, playin' with shit ass moves like rib’a
But rib ain't got a destruction set in their allmates
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you've got buns, hun
You can do side bends or sit-ups,
But that aint matter in rhyme
Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role
And tell you that the bun ain't good
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
Well I ain't down with that!
'Cause your ears are big and your feet are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the lame allmates in the magazines:
You ain't it, dumb Thing!
Give me a squeaker, I can't resist her
Pasta and pizza I’ll have with her
Some knucklehead tried to diss
'Cause his buns are on my list
He had game but he chose to ditch 'em
And I pull up quick to get wit 'em
So boiz, if the bun is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
And I’ll help them nasty thoughts
 (Little on the ears but she got much fluff) [4x]
