Lyrics:
(Man I Hate Rajzaun)
Give me a reason, grease gun, I get the squeezing
You be a typo, I'm making deletions
I gotta knife, so I'm giving' out lesions
to my name
And if you weren't fooling yourself
You wish you'd have the same
Got my girl riding next to me
And my Iwo grease gun
Pedal down with a knife
your gear
With my hand on your grease gun
Mmm, it's like a disease, son
I'm in love with my car
Got a feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy
your gear
With my hand on your grease gun
Mmm, it's like a disease, son
I'm in love with my car
Got a feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy
the grease gun
Run up with the pole-a (Huh?)
Trappin' off the Tracfone, a yellow Motorola
(Huh?)
Aw, shit
Who came to the party on they nonsense?
(Okay) aw,
gear
When my hand's on your grease gun
Oh it's like a disease son
I'm in love with my car
Gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer
When my hand's on your grease gun
Oh, it's like a disease, son
I'm in love with my car
Got to feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar
get it
One shot
One kill
Just for the thrill
You took the risk
And the burden of guilt
You're the sleaze
The grease
In my gun
Stand up
Defend
This is
pistola paltik shotgun batota
Mortar tirador indian pana balisong carbine tongsud
Automatic rifle surit-surit bazooka
Grease gun time bomb tsikorno tsako
a diarrhetic so you bet
It makes ya pee, fun!
Australia went to war with emus
And got beaten!
The "grease gun" is the M3 Submachine gun!
Used in World War 2 cuz
a duh it ani,
Hook
36 pan belly, hol on
Kill a boi wid a China gun,
37 grease gun mi a ship from China,
Put him pan
a grease gun to his elbow, saying
Never go against the grain
Never go against that grain
Shoot the dog, shoot the dog
Oh, keep the lantern bright
Keep
a grease gun to his elbow, saying
Never go against the grain
Never go against that grain
Shoot the dog, shoot the dog
Oh, keep the lantern bright
Keep
we chasing greatness
You want the work get a grease gun
Do you have 5 talents or you got one
You gonna fail it's part of growth but you not done
You
meu nome, esmurram a porta
Não é normal se abalarem com traçante em vez de estrela
Vivem com a Grease gun do Águia mirando suas cabeças
O que será? Abri
He blesses the boys as they stand in line
The smell of gun grease
And the bayonets they shine
He's there to help them all that he can
To make
He blesses the boys as they stand in line
The smell of gun grease and the bayonets they shine
He's there to help them all that he can
To make them
He blesses the boys as they stand in line
The smell of gun grease and the bayonets they shine
He's there to help them all that he can
To make them
He blesses the boys as they stand in line
The smell of gun grease
And the bayonets they shine
He's there to help them all that he can
To make
the fastest, fastest gun in town
Hey looky snookie let's have some fun
Won't you polish my pistol, won't you grease my gun
I ride a rock horse and I'm
thirty-four
That's a jersey boy
That's weezy f, ransom, grease yes!
Hand guns, bland one, go ahead
Bleed to death
I got a bird in the bag
And the bag on my
peace and fun,
But I'm still in my room tryna grease my gun.
Can't let it get rusty: if a shoot-out breaks,
The only thing I want jammin' is my
impotent gun grease
Too many thoughts
Too dogshit tired
One small step for freedom
From foregone conclusion
You get bigger as you go
No one told me,
He blesses the boys as they stand in line
The smell of gun grease
and the bayonets they shine
He's there to help them all that he can
To make them
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