Judge the first page

Don't make me judge your book by it's cover Don't make me judge your book by it's cover Let's go to my aunt's place, Let's go on a date Let me read your first page, your first page, yeah Bro, he might be the one but I'm gonna go over to his house tonight so we're gonna see She already just walked in She already dead, I can tell by her lips Got some space down in my basement Ironic, cause you wear a lot of red She really pretty, yeah, yeah, it's kinda sad she ain't been seen again Oh, oh, true She dressed like she got four kids Some bushy eyebrows and dinosaur legs Chained down in my basement When she get loud I send all the dogs in And after that I gotta go, go, and gotta go, go get the cameras again Oh, oh, boo