Whip Your Kids Your Favorite Martian (Ft. Nice Peter)

[Verse 1: Puff Puff Hambert]
I don't know if you're aware, but your kids suck ass
You need someone to whip 'em then, ha, just ask
'Cause they ain't as perfect as you say is
They ain't perfect at all, you raisin' Bebe's kids!
I'm sorry, I don't know you, I don't mean to get pissy
But you need to discipline your bratty kids, you hippy
Like, "Come here, you little jerk, taste the back of my palm"
"But you ain't my daddy!"
"Nah, but I'm doin' ya mom!"
Now I know you think they're angels, but they're driving me insane
I'll punch a baby in the face just for crying on a plane
Cause I don't mess around
You need to control them or I'll lose it
"But I made you a drawing!"
Shut the fuck up kid, that's stupid
Now I'ma get my truck, I'ma load all my boys in back
I'ma find out where you live and break all your toys in half
And I know it ain't your birthday, but when nobody's lookin'
I'ma give you a little present
"What?" An ass-whoopin'!

[Chorus: Nice Peter]
Please, may I whip your kids?
Please, may I whip your kids?
Please, may I whip your kids?
Please, may I whip your kids?
Please, let me whip your kids
Please, I wanna whip your kids
Please, let me whip your kids
Please, I wanna whip your kids