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drunken freestyle
Drunken Freestyle You can´t stop it if I stop you I can Here comes Jess, the garbage man Ooh ahh, I´ll page ya on your face and then I´ll place ya Inside of my cell room, where we can fuck you in the ass with a broom And a baseball bat, swing for the reaches Swing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitches Cut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleed We used to call pants britches! Ha yeah oh no! Yes yo no Mr. Homo All right let´s settle down it´s time for class and Mr. Robins Brown Aw, yeah suckas, gather up! It´s about time you busted a nut! ´Bout time you let go, bout time You found out retarded people are slow But there´s more to recite cause they can´t hide their true feelings True stealing I´m jumpin´ all for you Can you feel my card hand dealing? I´m dealin luCky numbers And if you´re the next one you might stumble down that Flight of stairs, but I don´t care there ain´t no help for you There ain´t no repair you might end up make you bleed You ain´t movin, Chrsitopher Reeves Oh no! Oh no! Yo I´m still me, I´m still the same, I´m still the same I ever been I´m still the betta best best that there ever been And then I pissed down my throat I tried to row a boat I tried to see Ryan Gee float but he just can´t He took off his pants he put frogs and ants right up his ass Creepin´ around, he was in a dream tryin to scheme To make sure he was...[ şarkı sözünü sizler için sitemizde yayınladık. mp3 dosyası sitemizde bulunmamaktadır. |