Wee Wee Lyrics - Straight From The Vault Ep - Eminem

Put it on my wee-wee 

Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Got a dick as big as a banana 

I try to control it but I guess I can't 

It shoots off like an AK-clip banana 

You better watch out, Hannah Montana 

Man what's the matter, have you no manners 

No you know the girl from Juno's address 

Yeah, I'mma probably go to jail for that 

Now I got the cops on my tail for that 

Run up on your car with a stale banana 

In your tail pipe, can't believe you fell for that 

It coulda' been a molotov cocktail for that 

Wait a minute man, what the hell was that 

I heard a noise, where you going 

What are you, bananas 

You can't go back there, stupid ass 

I just seen a woman in a Freddy Kruger mask 

Who the fuck are you, Superman 

All you have is a little stupid can of whipped cream 

What the hell you gonna do with that 

I'mma put it on my wee-wee 

Oh good answer 

Super bonanza extravaganza 

Man go ahead, what you waiting for 

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You better get them clothes off, baby boy 

Come on let's go, we're gonna make a porn 

Ready, set, go hit play, record 

Put it on my wee-wee 

Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Are you ready? 

You better hold the camera steady 

She's probably back there with a damn machete 

She's probably gonna eat you like canned spaghetti 

She's probably gonna kill you, still wanna check see 

Have a little quick look, go on sick prick 

She's probably six foot tall like Big Foot 

The hell with that, we probably should run 

Don't dare look back 

We probably, probably, probably 

There probably was a problem at the post office or something 

But you probably didn't know that, did you 

Now what you gonna do when she gets you 

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I ain't going with you, forget you 

Quit tryna hold my hand, mista 

Pretend she's your little sista, little sista 

Might as well take the whipped cream with you 

And when you see her, make sure you get a picture 

We could try to make another Blair Witch movie 

A beastiality porno with smoothies 

Put it on my wee-wee 

Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange It's eerie, but here comes Zack and Miri 

Beauty and the beast, his back is hairy 

But she don't care, they're attractive, very 

Very sexually active, very 

No, Zack, don't go back in there 

It's too late now, she's grabbing hair 

He screams, bloody Mary, grabs a mirror 

But stop just ain't in her vocabular 

Get off me, please 

Get off me, stop 

Balling back at a coffee shop 

They go non-stop 

She says go 

He says no 

She says oh 

Back and forth, they scream and shout 

Yeah, boy, let them demons out 

It's the kind of nightmare you dream about 

Uh-oh, now the whipped cream is out 

I get sick thoughts, sick, sick, thoughts 

Things you could do with your lipstick gloss 

Put it on my dick til the tip looks orange 

Bitch, keep going 

Bitch, keep going 

Put it on my wee-wee 

Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana