B.O.M.B.

Verse 1:
I'm at a bomb ass party.
Chugging down some Bacardi.
Next thing I know I feel a little bump.
Some idiot's getting rough.
Dancing and flailing around.
I had to shut him down.
I turned around and said...

Chorus:
B.O.M.B.
Back of me bitch.
Don't you understand
That I need my space man? x2