(Lyrics: T. Christensen, R. Hill)
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[Verse 1 - Russell]
MBing ladies
Those MBing ladies in my Mercedes
When you open my door
They be lying on my floor

MBing ladies
Nothing like MBing babies
I like to go for the {baby crying sound}
Instead of the {porn women scream!}
Placing their hands down low is where
They got to go
As they stroke it
  Bloat it
Won't avoid it
Sort of like that faggot demonstrator
When he crossed the line..

Demonstrator
Masturbator
Maybe the demonstrator was a masturbator
Wasn't like those MBing babies in my Mercedes

Hands in their pussies
Hands on each other tushies
Then to their pussies

[Chorus - Travis]
MB Babies, we gettin all the ladies
Doing it now, no ifís, when?ís, or maybes
Because if you ainít matin, you must be masturbatin
Young infants discovering themselves, ainít no mistaking

[Verse 2 - Travis]
So gimme the honeys with big asses
And teenage girls with black horn-rimmed glasses
  Ladies, donít pass this
19 inches, 800 grams the mass is
Look where the rash is
We MB babies, we gettin all the ladies
Two young pimps, fogies canít fade these
  Mature young boys
Sometimes we revert to toys
Our livelihood being to MB
But when all that comes is pee
  Well, that never matter
On top of her itíll splatter
Along with tears, sweat, and blood
If we were cows, we might spit our cud
Thereby I offer you the chance to be stricken with the deepest perturbation
Just partake in viewing infant masturbation
Cos itís MB till itís over
So watch out, little Red Rover
And when you hear this diabolical rhyme
Give an MB baby a dime
Or weíll interact
Those mating get jacked
Itís best to get wacked
While viewing a mommy thatís racked
For real

[Verse 3 - Russell]
I'm through with MBing babies
I'll stick to MBing the ladies
How did I get those thoughts
And what's with these hairy palms?
Too much jacking off the priest said
Better shave it off or the sex life will be dead.
I experienced dread, now theyíre scars
This calls for alms for my once rosy palms.

A few months later, and the scars have healed
For once in my life the playa in me will be revealed

{Pause}
Oh shit
The ladies {female voice says ďPervert!Ē}
They say saw me MBing babies
Now won't get no ladies
Don't want to MB babies
So maybeÖ
  I'll start MBing doggies,
Possibly froggies and doggies
Maybe even ladies who aren't ladies
Cause babies aren't the thing any more
MBing babies makes the soul more poor.
MBing myself (I heard)
May ruin my health (Lie!)
But screw my health
I'll MB myself.

[Verse 4 - Travis]
Yo, godspeed, I be slayin black emperors
While you kids stay masturbatin dinosaurs
  My style never get old
Chopped Freudian rhymes is bold
And Iím rollin and controllin the beat with reverb and delay {sound fx}
Avoiding common lyrics demeaning one whoís gay
I love you too, itís a beautiful day
Letís run into the forest and hug a tree
60 million acres now saved because of me
Now anywhere you want you can pee
But watch out for the babies, them duns is mad
Developing Social Anxiety Disorder, abbreviated S.A.D.
Itís just too bad
They need to develop solid and healthy relationships
Instead of thinking about women giving them inflation, shit,
Why they so sick?
The months theyíve lived is only six
They have tiny dicks
Whatís the fun in that?
So on a chair I sat,
Leaned over, reached into the crib,
And said ďQuit being such a frisky, weird, disgusting little kid!Ē

[Chorus - Travis]
MB Babies, we gettin all the ladies
Doing it now, no ifís, when?ís, or maybes
Because if you ainít matin, you must be masturbatin
Young infants discovering themselves, ainít no mistaking

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