Ken Kaniff Boy Is Mine

[Spoken]
Ken: Excuse me, um, I was wondering if you could help me pick up my son from school.

Man: Yeah, I can help you out. Which one is he?

Ken: He's right over there in the blue shirt playing handball.

Man: Blue shirt?

Ken: Yeah, that's my son, Christopher.

Man: Wait a minute. Bro, that's my son.

Ken: I think you got everything twisted. That boy is mine.

Man: No, that's my boy.

Ken: Nah, the boy is mine. Yo.

[Chorus]
You need to give him up,
Cuz I've had enough,
It's not hard to see,
That boy is mine.
You need to give him up,
Cuz I want his butt,
It's not hard to see,
That boy is mine.

[Verse 1]
It's called the fake Father, dog,
I'm doing the hunt,
Ken Kaniff,
Pickin' this kid up at 3 on the dot,
He ain't my biological,
I've been scopin' him for weeks,
The way he plays tetherball and moves his butt cheeks,
He's 4-foot-2, hair brown, eyes blue,
His name's Christopher and I'm in love with him too,
I've been waiting for this moment since we first laid eyes,
Difference in age don't matter,
Cuz it's what's inside,
Who me? I'm 20-somethin',
And you, you're only 9,
This is purely physical,
I ain't in love with your mind,
I'm in love with the way you play and smile all day,
Fuck what my friends say,
Pedophile and I'm gay?
Hell no, I just never felt like this before,
I never thought a 3rd grader'd be my Mi Amor,
Little gay ass, slim boy,
Don't know how I feel,
But he will in two minutes and I'm being for real.

[Chorus]
You need to give him up,
Cuz I've had enough,
It's not hard to see,
That boy is mine.
You need to give him up,
Cuz I want his butt,
It's not hard to see,
That boy is mine.

[Verse 2]
Come here, Chris,
What's going on?
Get in the car,
Your dad sent me to pick you up,
He's busy working hard,
Hurry up we're gonna have fun,
I got the day planned and I bought you some candy, Lemonheads, and Cherry Clans,
I got the front seat ready, kid,
It's just for you,
And we're plannin' to be alone,
Cuz it's just us two,
I wish you knew,
Exactly how I felt,
About your little tender ass,
Here, just unbuckle your belt,
That's it, take off your socks,
Let me help you with your shirt,
I told you your dad's busy,
He's still at work,
This'll feel good I promise,
Take it back, it might hurt,
It'll feel good for me,
And in the end, what it's worth,
It's nothing but a physical and spiritual connection,
Of a grown man and a young boy's affection,
Okay, let's get started,
Calm down, close your eyes,
Chris you better be ready,
I'm comin' inside, yeah.

[Chorus]
You need to give him up,
Cuz I've had enough,
It's not hard to see,
That boy is mine.
You need to give him up,
Cuz I want his butt,
It's not hard to see,
That boy is mine.

[Verse 3]
Chris, stop cryin' boy,
After this, we'll go home,
Stop dailin' 9-1-1,
You give me your cellular phone,
Little punk, you're makin' this hard,
It's s'pposed to be fun,
Well I'm hard, so let's finish,
Cuz I'm ready to cum,
That's it, just bend over,
Like your touchin' your toes,
You like me, Chris,
You love me, don't worry, I know,
Say my name, Ken (Chris: Ken),
Now say it again,
Say it like you mean it,
Ugh, I don't want this to end,
You want me to nut or pull out or cum in your ass,
I got an idea,
Yeah, get on your knees real fast,
Little twerp, you fag,
Boy, just open your mouth,
It's 4:30 and I'm 'bout done with dickin' you out,
I'm takin' you home, it's over,
Better not tell your dad,
Yeah, right,
Like he'll believe that you got raped by a fag,
I'm the bringer of your pain,
The cause of your sorrow,
See you later, Chris,
I'll pick you up tomorrow.