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crumbling foundations, I've lost my patience

These big companies are giving us the squeeze
Lets raise our glasses to Mr. Onassis

Protection racket
Is putting on your glasses
And walking around Mr. K-Mart store
Imitating your silly walk
With your hunched-over-shoulders
 
Until I get by
If I
charm, he's all up and dressed
He dirty boy, he bathroom dances
And check his jam and breathe on glasses

Spiny grip brings all off 'Mr. Regal Jelly'
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and
(Here's to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get
there's a test
I gotta dress fast
Grab my glasses and my vest
Oh damn
As hardheaded as I am
Hopped in my hooptie ride
Pumped up the jam
Put it in
there's a test
I gotta dress fast
Grab my glasses and my vest
Oh damn
As hardheaded as I am
Hopped in my hooptie ride
Pumped up the jam
Put it in
Doctor jekyll, mr hyde, link-a-side
In another world behind the shaded lens
Doctor jekyll, mr hyde, link-a-side

I like to hide behind my glasses
So I can
whiskey glasses
See the world through whiskey glasses

Last call
I swear this will be my last call
I ain't drunk dialing no more at 3am
Mr. Bartender,
I Made You!
Yes I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!

there's no batteries in my back
I show you
motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that hoe so nasty
Huh,
motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that hoe so nasty
Huh,
the fun
I asked her name and she asked me mine
I said honey they call me Mr. Good Time

I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila
With nothing but time
the bitch some glasses
Wake the fuck up, chucks
I'm coming after your ass
Crooked officer

Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in
the bitch some glasses
Wake the fuck up, chucks
I'm coming after your ass
Crooked officer

Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in
Mrs. Smith and Mr. Jones have come to pass the night
They pulled off of the highway when they saw my light
It's a vacancy I offer them, what they
Ay what you blind, need some glasses to see?
Done done it all, done done it all, I've done it all
Well mention Bankhead, they're not lyin' it's me
that you're pretty
Did he hang the moon, did he do no wrong
Is he Mr. Right, I wonder what he's like
The one you're waiting on

'Cause there's an empty
Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend
Gettin' nude and rude in your bed
Same dude that your sister like
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
Who that
Yo, Jam Boy Magic, Mr. Fantastic
Masterful mind, the list that I've crafted
Fresh new trick to flip--I'm Dick Dastard
Half smooth criminal
you, mr. first-nighter! my wonderful, wonderful pussy doesn't need you! I have my briefcase, harry! I'm going to fuck my briefcase! I'm going to...look!
market
And you're gonna wish that you did
And retire on the profits
First off
I'm gonna empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars
And I'm gonna put
wish that you did
Might retire on the profits

First of all I'ma empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars
I'ma put 'em on a shelf with my 800
understand it
Another thing, let me take my glasses off
Cause I wanna see the reaction on there faces when I say this
Ha ha, this is why I don't respect you
understand it
Another thing, let me take my glasses off
Cause I wanna see the reaction on there faces when I say this
Ha ha, this is why I don't respect you

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