Lyrics:
shit no more
Know what I'm sayin', (word is bond), no ambition
Put you in that fucked up condition, leave you with your own conviction
Shit was
to freaks, caring for them intimately, try to ease their suffering
Mr. Slim has a weight condition, nothing but skin
Arms broken, tied in a knot
Nature's
bitch, lick her breasts, fuck Wes
Damn Now I got that C cup breath
Still spitting mint condition, I'm wicked
Step to me with written
Then u takin an L like
description
Pop it like prescription
Turn her on ignition, hit then disappear magician
Switch it up position
Kick her out eviction
Only one condition, suck it
gotta wine and dine
I am older, I am stable
I can help you with that
One condition,
Do it rough, pull my hair
No missionary got a husband already
(Fuck me
and Mr.Suspsion, obnoxious devil throwing peace signs
But I'm guilty like Richard I'm Nixon, sickness infliction
Vicious condition, that causes me to cook in
Here's my heart and my eyes
I am raw I am real no disguise
Conditions are weighted upon you
You hoping that they would adore you
Returning from
the life that we live in
Was we born to be great, or die from the conditions
It's sadistic
Unrealistic
Unexplainable
Utter ridiculous
Is this the life that
the love is unconditional
Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable
Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you
Now, why
the love is unconditional
Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable
Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you
Now, why
Frail flesh is heir
To a sea of troubles
cnd the human condition
Impaled upon the horns of choice:
To linger, twilit
In fringes of oblivion
this bitch name but I'm feeling on her breast
I know it ain't right, but in this state I don't care
A whole week done went past, I don't go nowhere
Hotel
job to be poor
Ain’t nothing wrong with wanting more
It’s so dangerous to think that
Coming up is a sin
That’s a design to keep you
In conditions you
Gimme the mic cause i'm taking my life
In an unexpected new direction
I could care less about your breasts
Or that your daddy never gave you very
Gimme the mic cause i'm taking my life
In an unexpected new direction
I could care less about your breasts
Or that your daddy never gave you very
to say,"l miss them already".
Slocks removed a fountain pen from his breast pocket,
Drove it deep into slovit's throat and began screeching
"death
your time to mow the lawn
Praise the Lord I'm going fishin'
It's the only cure for my mental condition
One of these days I'm gonna send her
flying conditions, ew, did you see that, was that Santa that, look there he go’s. Did you see that. That is live right now, we’ve just captured that on our
fries
Your hips, your breast, They supersize
What you post no caption still captures sight
All the skin that you show to cover what you hide
Don't waste
Thelma and Louise.
'cept you're not six feet tall
Stewie: Yes and your breasts don't reach your knees.
Brian: Give it time.
We're off on the road
to lose the cancer breast
You went through with the surgery and it was a full success
Man I laid crying at your bedside because I knew I could finally rest
We have a mental condition
Constantly being a daily affliction
We got a disorder
But life's out of order
This is me in the corner with my bros, I
Gotta show love to Jersey
She nursed me and NY
Helped the guy write fly
Spit it filthy
In the dirty dirty
Then moved to the west
To suck the breast
condition
Sounds coming from the bottom so I sink to listen
I'm just playing these cards Yo who dealt me this hand?
I'm a play it til I win and get that
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