Yes
Pajama time
Come here little kiddies, on my lap
Guess who’s back with a brand new rap?
And I don’t mean rap as in a new case
Of child molestation accusations (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
No worries, papa’s got a brand new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise?
I done touched on everything but little boys
And that’s not a stab at Michael
That’s just a metaphor, I’m just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good God, dip, do a little slide
Bend down, touch your toes and just glide up the center of the dance floor
Like T-P for my bung hole and it’s cool if you let one go
Nobody’s gonna know, who’d hear it?
Give a little poot-poot, it’s okay
Oops, my CD just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip
Now I’m gonna make you dance, it’s your chance
Yeah, boy, shake that ass