Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Goldberg
Songwriter
Brian Nox Eisner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Nox Eisner
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
What's one move in bed that makes a man go crazy every time?
Oh, you gotta give him that "hawk tuah" and spit on that thing
You get me? He-ha-ha
Gotta give him that
Gotta give him that
Gotta give him that
Hawk tuah, hawk tuah
[Chorus]
If she don't "hawk tuah", I don't talk to her
I'm a box muncher and a twat chewer
Prettiest chick inside the flock, I probably flock to her
And be in the chicken's mouth every day like cock-a-doodle
Cock-a-doodle, if the box beautiful, get the cock approval
Cock approval, and if not, I toss it to a carpooler
Carpooler, you're the car mover but that car's moving me
You get the bitches bored, charcuterie
[Verse 1]
Cartoon to me, all of y'all a cartoon to me
From inspiration, y'all drew from me tomfoolery
Not cool to me, she saw my Icebox jewelry
And asked how much it cost, so I blocked her immediately
Wait, what you do? Blocked her immediately (Uh-huh)
She a fan, I'm in her box like a CD of me (Uh-huh)
Plus I'm crossed, so I come across Vietnamese (Yeah)
She wear a cross and I came across the cross
By cumming across the cross, so I kinda came religiously (Religiously)
Now I guess I'm a religious freak (Religious freak)
But I don't read no Bible, I don't read a book (I don't)
I'm a drinker, this is just Tequila-mockingbird (Wait, what?)
Tequila-mockingbird (Right)
You're just a rapper 'cause you failed at being popular (That's right)
It was either that, or be the hall monitor (Choose one)
Teacher's pet, popping pussy for some extra credit, have the credit (Go)
I got a hate group on Facebook, they're rather reckless (Wow)
Some pale men with gray beards and a rapper fetish (Wow)
Probably got early dementia and a staph infection (Wow)
And haven't seen their child since the last election
Say they're happy but they seem quite big and bitter (Yeah)
Say they're fighters but they seem like women hitters (Yeah)
Small apartment and it reek like kitty litter (Yeah)
They love Wu-Tang and deep fried chicken fingers
[Chorus]
If she don't "hawk tuah", I don't talk to her
I'm a box muncher and a twat chewer
Prettiest chick inside the flock, I probably flock to her
And be in the chicken's mouth every day like cock-a-doodle
Cock-a-doodle, if the box beautiful, get the cock approval
Cock approval, and if not, I toss it to a carpooler
Carpooler, you're the car mover but that car's moving me
You get the bitches bored, charcuterie
[Verse 2]
Dark energy, used to arch her back, now she the arch enemy (Uh)
Thought we'd make it far, now she a far memory (Uh, what she doin'?)
Uh, what she doin'? Driving drunk from a dinner date
Looking like Justin Timberlake, Token too tough to imitate
Token, don't tuck the dick away, climbing inside her walls
Like I'm tryna construct a prison break, why would I tuck my bitch away?
Bitches gon' suck and fuck until they suck at fucking anyways
And I'ma suck the tit until I fucking suck the tit away (Huh?)
Bombay handler (That's right)
Getting drunk until my calls ain't answered (Brrrt)
My dick rose, but it's not named Amber
I'm eating ass just like prostate cancer
Prostate cancer, my life's a paradox, my only carry-on's a canister
So many Marriotts, I know the Marriott managers
The kid who carry box like the Amazon handler
Fuck that
Every time I meet a rapper's bitch, they usually really a dumb ass (True)
I know rappers who hit their girl and act like it was a love-tap (True)
Me, I like a mean bitch, treat me like shit, I fuck with that (True)
Like Vicky from Fairy OddParents and Angelica from Rugrats (True)
I'm in a hundred thousand dollar car eating a crunch wrap (Yeah)
I'm from Massachusetts, where the mother fucking dunks at? (Dunks)
I don't even drink there, I just sit there with a truck hat
Where the bitches who know how to suck till they cough out a lung at?
[Outro]
I need you (I need you)
I need you (You)
If she don't "hawk tuah", I don't talk to her
If she don't "hawk tuah", I don't talk to her
Gotta give him that
Gotta give him that
Gotta give him that
Hawk tuah, hawk tuah
Written by: Ben Goldberg, Brian Eisner

