Lyrics:
to the aisle, guess what I see
Not a single butt shingle was there to see
Turned around and saw a little punk kid in the aisle
With the last butt shingles
little punk kid think he is stopping me from trying to save the whole world from an evil king?
I'll change the game and pop in DKC
Aim at strange rats
with the window cracked
Radio turned low. I thought I needed to go
And the Philly kids are little punk
And the Athens Kids know how to get crunked
pippen
Ford broke down
Wit an old block engine
Renovate
Two baths
An old rot kitchen
Sons locked up
Pops out fishing
Go visit em’
Little punks
Kids
One, two, three, go!
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
I was always just a punk little kid
Steal a car,
to act like a man, you little fuckin' punk kid
Yeah
Son, look at you now
Yeah
Son, look at you now
Day of court, day of fear, in walks
like a man, you little fuckin' punk kid
Yeah
Son, look at you now
Yeah
Son, look at you now
Day of court, day of fear, in walks the judge
Half a year
"Me And My Skate"
Oh shit God damn, I almost hit that little punk rock kid.
Oh shit, ah damn, well what's happenin here? Damn helicopters
And all I
don't waste my time
You won't end up in the rhyme
Little punk ass kid you see why I didn't give you a dime
It's a sign to back away before I have you
products but it didn't go well
I still remember all the names I was called
That little punk-bitch kid who doesn't talk
He just draws
But it doesn't matter
sleep
I crawl in through your window and I
Muthafuckin' creep
I catch you little punk ass kids asleep in your beds,
And I take out my knife and I cut
A lot of bonding with my brother got my knuckles bloody,
Ya cuddy, I was young and wild trying to make a reputation, punk little kid with a knack for
like a man, you little fuckin' punk kid
Yeah
Son, look at you now
Yeah
Son, look at you now
Day of court, day of fear, in walks the judge
Half a year
verse 2
Up in my head I got a couple loose screws
Dropping a hunnid on some brand new shoes
On a bad day man I got a short fuse
Punk little kid he got
Paradigm shift, I'm on my own
Paradigm shift, I'm on my own
Young kid little punk shit
Started out banging on buckets
Part of me doing some fuck shit causing
kids
Little knew the weight they held
A group of lame-os and weirdos
Full cymbal harmonies
Penetrate the quiet
My old comrades
Fade quickly, to a silence
Punk!)
Go man, go... go man, go...
Just a little bit softer
Golly, do I ever have a lot of soul!
Punk, I think I love you!
Come on, Roy
Questi
jump around
I'm rollin thick
So I know you see me
I got mad little white kids,
Wishin' they could be me
So dont step up Cause I'm a come out
Punk punk a punk rocker
Punk punk a punk rocker
Punk punk a punk rocker
Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now
Punk-Punk, a Punk rocker, Punk-Punk, a Punk rocker
Punk-Punk, a Punk rocker
Well, the kids are all hopped up and ready to go, they're ready to go now
They
Punk punk a punk rocker
Punk punk a punk rocker
Punk punk a punk rocker
Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now
it's the same crap that's selling loads
So it may just make my life a little better
- Punk! Punk! Punk! (Get out of my way)
I ain't a metal guy no more!
throw ya hands up
Leave the guns and the knives at home
Don't be a punk-ass nigga when the time is on
(We no punk, ya little trick ass nigga
Come on)
rocker
Punk punk a punk rocker
Punk punk a punk rocker
Punk punk a punk rocker
Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They're ready to go
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