Lyrics:
Nothing beats this crunchy tube
With lemon juice and a dash of salt
Superfood with a juicy center
With vines that grow 6 meters tall
You'll know it's
Nothing beats this crunchy tube
With lemon juice and a dash of salt
Superfood with a juicy center
With vines that grow 6 meters tall
You'll know it's
Nothing beats this crunchy tube
With lemon juice and a dash of salt
Superfood with a juicy center
With vines that grow 6 meters tall
You'll know it's
(spurt)
Ryan has the beaniest beans
They are the sexiest beans
The beans are huge the beans are huge
Get anally probed by a test tube (dr dowell)
Beat my
It's been a year since last weekend when you swung by with an old friend
Carried out our future box by box
Stack of mail a tube of toothpaste
you (Not gangsta!)
All black shirt with the black out shoes
Black tube socks and a matchin' hat too
And my G-Unit jeans straight raw blue
'cause
to fiery needs by golden boys
In ad empires
Fiction, truth
Fiction, truth
Fiction, truth
Fiction
Fiction of the boob tube
Fiction of the papers
shots
Served up by women in nothing but tube-socks
Some true thots, connect a few dots
And you'll find me in bed with a blue fox listening to smooth rock
tubes tied twat boy
Im a hot boy
And you not a hot boy
Lifting up the weights wit no spots boy
Im a hot boy
Tooly out rock boy
Tunes full stocked boy
wanna be kings like tell 'em boys find me the crown,
Put man in the ground by the end of the round what you wanna come send for me now,
Can't exchange
was all alone
Couldn't watch the boob tube, because my fuse was blown
Picked up the bat phone, to drop a line to you
Maybe 10:15, or maybe 10:22
Where
I'm gonna take by bike
'Cause once again the Tube's on strike
The greedy bastards want extra pay for sitting on their ass all day
Even though they
gonna do
Bad news, misused
Got too much to lose
Gimme some truth
Now whose side are we on
Whatever you say, turn on the boob tube
I'm in the mood
I'm in here
Got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. Section's gettin' tooken
accounts
But shit, then again, maybe I do
He was surrounded by love
He was surrounded by love
Maybe I do, he was surrounded by love
(Without you I'm
on
If I ain't on ya tube, dude, you must got ya channel wrong
I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Ya songs okay
I remember campin' all night
Down by the river's edge
Skinny dippin' in the bright moonlight
Divin' off a ledge
Skippin' rocks across the water
prisoner, prisoner, land
Getting slammed from the protest, no food
Force fed him like OB with a nose tube
Visions say consult the yogi with the gold
I am lying in my bed
Watching the spider eat the fly
I say "How is that its breakfast even for you"
A little later I am sitting by the window
to
It's controlled by roger and it's right here in this tube
I can make you dance if you want me to
Now I can set you free from your trouble double time,
作曲 : 裘德
作词 : 黑金雨
编曲：YE
A drop of your tear, a dew
Feelings remain, a few
Add in our lips, kissing lips - a test tube
We heat the tube
Shall we come
A drop of your tear, a dew
Feelings remain, a few
Add in our lips, kissing lips - a test tube
We heat the tube
Shall we come and synthesize, or we
a lotta quick stops
If you're walkin' and I'm speedin' by often
It's called stalkin', you're 'bout to need a coffin
Double-padded wide seat for my
Starin' at the boob tube, turnin' on the big knob
Tryin' to find some life in the waste land
Fin'ly found a program, gonna deal with Mary Jane
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