Little ditty bout Whitney and Bob
Two has-been stars slummin´ up in the lowland
Whitneys´s gonna be a washed-up star
Bobby overdosed backseat of Tito´s car

Suckin´ on water bongs outside the KFC
Bobs smokin´ up diddy´s crack
He´s got his hands between his knees
Whitney say, "Hey Bob let's run off
Behind a shi**y tree
Dribble off those Bobby Brown shorts
an do what I please"
And Whitney say a

CHORUS:
Oh yeah crack goes on
Long after the gift of singin´ is gone
Oh yeah Bob moves on
Long after the fill of eatin´ is gone They smoke on

Whitney sits back injects her shots for a quick fix
Scratches her head and smokes her last green thing
Well you know Bob we oughtta run of the city
Bob says, "Baby you stank pissy ho-thing"
Whitney say a


CHORUS:
Oh yeah reef goes on
Long after the sense of smellin´ is gone
Oh yeah lice grows on
Long after the care of stinkin´ is gone

Gonna get rock
Let it boil
Let the Bobby belt come down
And sell my soul
Hold on to Whitney as long as you can
Jail's comin´ round real soon
Make us convicts again

Little ditty about Whitney and Bob
Two washed-up stars smokin´ all they can