Lyrics.com »

Search results for 'fat lip live by sum 41'

Yee yee! We've found 73 lyrics, 99 artists, and 100 albums matching fat lip live by sum 41.


Albums:

Fat Lip (Missing Link) · Give 'Em All a Big Fat Lip (The Whigs) · Give 'Em All a Big Fat Lip (The Whigs) · Fat Music, Vol. 5: Live Fat Die Young (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Life in the Fat Lane: Fat Music, Vol. 4 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fat Music for Fat People (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fat Music, Vol. 8: Going Nowhere Fat (Less than Jake) · Stiff Upper Lip Live (AC/DC) · The Sum of Who We Are (Framing Hanley) · Sum and Substance (The Mission UK) – and 90 other albums »


looking backwards as we run
Crusaders come by fat guys who sing
You'll be the one not believing anything

What do I do for you lately
What can I do for
Lucky number seven every dice I roll
Sum 41 to the power as the poon patrol

[Chorus: x4]

Well let's avoid confusion by makin' one thing clear
the grasshop
The true cool is black, the new school is fat
The beats by the ounce, the funk by the pack
The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks
and chill, 
and if ya don't smoke weed, then shit, I got sum pills!
Watch ya need girl, 
a fucking refill?
a fat bag a weed
and sum happy meals?
Nah,
valley you was higher then self
Work, short from another fly guy
By george i think he's got it 
Chicks gooms and lump sums
Trickering 5-0 wild to be like
straight in your vein
Leave your heart all tatted up
Own the blame
She lives by the name of a sexy bitch
The scratch to my itch, touch capability
hat and fine jackets 
Macs and iron ratchets 
Asinine bastards big as packs of line backers 
Pussy fat wit fine asses in the back wit lines asking
rejectedly by the door

Doesn't Lenny live here anymore?
Are you sure?
The fat official smiles at the pass on the border
And the hungry broom makes sure
years out of me
Fat painted lips on a live wire beauty
A tangerine girl with tambourine eyes
Her face was my favourite magazine
Her body was my
sprayed by poetic machine gun
Acknowledge existence of a prodigy born son
Even the odds divide come up with the sum
And the remainder will be one
every mess; one man's trash, you know the rest, live it.
Pitching a battered platform out of mass hysterics perished in the blizzard. When it's finished I
coat black"
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
The kids be rockin Clarks
of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are
Christine's depression never seeems to end
'Cause she'll never be as skinny
As the girls on ''Friends''
She's got fat hips and thin lips, she's
American, resistance is the game!)

Two pigs wearing suits
Brought the news
That I'm wanted by the bank

They say the rent is due
Caesar's onto you
So you
down)
Little face, soft lips, little waist (Break it more)
Tiny hands (Oh god) fat ass (Oh more)
Big eyes like birthday surprise
Super dupa fly, born
Little face, soft lips, little waist (Break it more)
Tiny hands (Oh god) fat ass (Oh more)
Big eyes like birthday surprise
Super dupa fly, born in 85
slash your throat by the pale moonlight
So watch your back
You'd rather swim with sharks
When I'm through with, you won't live to scar

You pay me
doin' it

Bound by honest sword take over the set, rap from here to que-bec
Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet
Swimsuit mammal
from, it be like, "run your coat black"
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
disinfectant
The shit I spit keep my lip infected
I practice safe sex so my dick's protected
And hold the gat wild, puffin' fat L's
Bonin' a chick listening
Crumbs with the energy from the lump sums
And lips to to the mixture to the friction and then you're
Hummmmmmming, the door rings, yo I'm coming
please come roll deep, 
Chocolate Thai, I said I, 
got the hennessey chaser, skirt you look fly 
peepin them lips, hittin two finger sips, 
on the 710
You ain't shit man
Your story's a joke
You should package it with a last smoke and six feet of rope

Stay awake little misfit,
Her lips wet
Pshhhh pshhhh
Uhh
[Repeat: x3]

[Verse 1]
Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face
He rhyme with a slug tryna sound like ma$e