Beyonce Knowles – If looks could kill

Sweetness flowing like a faucet

Body banging, no corset

Brothers wanna toss it

But they loss ’cause my game

Made them forfeit

Slicker than porpoise

And thicker than a horse’s

Carmen Brown got the

Whole town speechless

I stick to my thesis

Eyes stick to my features

Brothers try to hold

But their game never reachs

And most of these cats are

Like the middle of peaches

I see you looking there

But what you lookin’ at

You in a bar and

Wanna twist me like a bottle cap

(I’mma try to holla miss to

See if you gon holla back)

Your game is whack

I know you will not

Get your quarter back

See this is Carmen

Curves like a culdasack

Skin, coffee and cream

Your doughnut

You ain’t dunking that

(But this is Miller

Lieutenant if you wondering)

(And I’m the Dag

Mel Gibson, Danny Gloverin’)

But I’m not hearing you

You might as well be mumblin’

See I have dreams and with

A man what would become of them

There’s not a kid out here

That can make me believe

I should postpone my goals

He’s got tricks up his sleeves

Whole bar full of cuffs and

You ain’t lockin’ me down

(I got a warrant for your heart

And the bed for the trial)

(Get a pardon if you come

With the sergeant now)

Give me a chair, I don’t care

I’m not feelin’ your style

(Ay yo I’m tryna get with you shorty)

But I’m not feeling you

(But I’m an officer shorty)

My looks are killing you

(Murder one to

Get you under the covers)

Game taller, man slaughter

I ain’t feeling you brothers

(Ay yo I’m tryna get with you shorty)

But I’m not feeling you

(But I’m an officer shorty)

My looks are killing you

(Murder one to

Get you under the covers)

Game taller, man slaughter

I ain’t feeling you brothers

Eyes like the ocean

(Ma I got some lotion)

(I’ll hold your thighs

Raise them high and

Daddy long stroke ’em)

Hair like forever

(Sweat I could do it better)

(Take the gun out my holster

I still pack the Beretta)

Brothers sweat Carmen

Like Patrick Ewing

But that kid

(Don’t waste your time

He’s just a sergeant)

(Passing out tickets for parking)

(Chickenheads clucking)

Pitiful bulls barking

See this is Carmen

Voice sweet as Marvin

I turn out lights with

The switch when I walk in

Girls steady jealous

‘Cause their man always hawking

Even got Lou

Looking at me like stalking

And I got a mind too

I wouldn’t bless you if

You’re first name was A’choo

On Sunday singing gospel

(You ain’t a dime

Just a nickel actin’ hostile)

I’m headed for the big time

And bouncin’ on this side show

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