The Frog

Lyrics

[Intro] (Talk to me, baby!) Well'  (Talk to me' baby!) [Verse 1: Violent J] I'm  friends with Red Fred' Flip the Rat, and Frankie the Frog For conversation, without question' that Frankie can be a hog Always gots advice for me and shares his life story His  [?] was "follow or die," and I heed by that warning I  hear the "RIBBIT, RIBBIT" at night like a cricket No hanky panky' grab my shank and stab me, Frankie wanna kick it He  told me in the morning I best be on my guard To greet this weak-ass meter reader girl in my yard, Rebecca And Frankie says heavens, he shouldn't be hard And if she won't accept what's left, accept, or start taking charge There's  me, nervous, see? As if I deserve it, rejected My respect for [?] service as if own purpose reflected me Effectively, Rebecca was corrected once my punch connected A bunch connected, and at once I was accepted We have so much in common; it's astounding, I swear She regains consciousness, gagged and bound in her chair I sucked the dirt off her toes, we're both now in our underwear She said, "I'm cold," I said, "I know. Death will warm you, my dear." Let's snuggle in my Snuggie. I'll show you magic, I swear Lose that thong, I'll make my [?] disappear To [?] [Chorus] I keep mother's final gift to me dusty down in my bottom cupboard (drip) My little piggy bank Frog (talk to me, baby!) Blot scribbled on the price tag, tape stuck to the bottom It says more than just (drip) when I rub it (talk to me, baby!) I'm hearing, "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT" and I love it It says more than just "RIBBIT" when I rub it (talk to me, baby!) I'm hearing, "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT" and I love it It says more than just "RIBBIT" when I rub it (talk to me, baby!) [Verse 2: Violent J] Well, Frankie told me to kiss her, but he was wrong, I suppose I close my eyes to try, but Rebecca head butted my nose He told me "try again," and I complied But then she screamed for me to "Get off!" and bit my lip off My bloody chin, I try to lick off Staring in the mirror, jacking my dick off Something about our blood mix, it makes me get off I never saw Rebecca's rope slip off, oh no I felt the blast, slash, flash, glass crash, smashed my face Bitch bashed me in the head with a vase. I gave chase I'm slipping in place, my blood dripping, I'm ripping after her I'm tripping, 'k? No looking, 'cause I'm inflicting a massacre You hear Rebecca gurgle, and some sniffin', [?] right? And what's left? A mutilated pile of her, smile of her My froggy helped us find each other You in freezer bags and on my plate Now let's find your mother [Chorus] I keep mother's final gift to me dusty down in my bottom cupboard (drip) My little piggy bank Frog (talk to me, baby!) Blot scribbled on the price tag, tape stuck to the bottom It says more than just (drip) when I rub it (talk to me, baby!) I'm hearing, "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT" and I love it It says more than just "RIBBIT" when I rub it (talk to me, baby!) I'm hearing, "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT" and I love it It says more than just "RIBBIT" when I rub it (talk to me, baby!) [Verse 3: Violent J] BECCA BITES! BECCA BITES! It's not that I hate her It's just that with every swallow I dominate her, I celebrate her I made my Frog a plate, two fat Becca burgers We can feed the needy, speedy! Some good come from this seedy murder Dibs on that neck bone! Boiled til the fat gone Texts from her mama said, "when you coming home?" I text back, "Mom! I met a really great guy, a winner! Grab Dad, okay? He wants to have us for dinner!" A little later, I heard a bell, like, "What the hell?" Then, some pounding Oh, it's her parents at the door. I've never heard that sound I let 'em in. Me and my frog have never had guests "Another joker, huh? Ha ha ha, my husband's the best!" Rebecca's almost ready. Fresh hot hors d'oeuvres I bring I call 'em Becca Bites. She really put her heart in them things "Chewy. What kind of meat is that?" I think it's… the butt muscle "Yeah, okay, but what kind-" "Ricky, honey, don't fuss over it." I grab the meat cleaver. "Hey, is that an antique?" Take a closer look! Buried it, in between her eyes, six inches deep I yoked it out, swung again, severed her whole clean Her dad had the coolest look on his mug that I've ever seen But then I shot him [Chorus] I keep mother's final gift to me dusty down in my bottom cupboard My little piggy bank Frog (talk to me, baby!) Blot scribbled on the price tag, tape stuck to the bottom It says more than just (drip) when I rub it (talk to me, baby!) I'm hearing, "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT" and I love it It says more than just "RIBBIT" when I rub it (talk to me, baby!) I'm hearing, "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT" and I love it It says more than just "RIBBIT" when I rub it (talk to me, baby!) [Outro] "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT. RIBBIT " (talk to me, baby!) "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT. RIBBIT " (talk to me, baby!) "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT. RIBBIT " (talk to me, baby!) "RIBBIT, RIBBIT, RIBBIT. RIBBIT " (talk to me, baby!)