Lyrics:
to spend his days imagining all the wonderful things he could do with his life. His greatest dream, however, was to become an interior decorator.
Freddie
bonni
on my wall
interior decorator [x2]
[repeat verse]
interior decorator [x2]
faggot [x4]
not gonna believe this (Wassup?)
He killed 16 Czechoslovakians (Huh, huh)
Guy was an interior decorator!
Naaah ain't no motherfuckin' way
You take
matter what you do,
Or who you are,
Everybody's a star.
I'm the magic maker,
I'm the image maker,
I'm the interior decorator.
I can take
you do,
Or who you are,
Everybody's a star.
I'm the magic maker,
I'm the image maker,
I'm the interior decorator.
I can take any man
I
you are,
Everybody's a star.
I'm the magic maker,
I'm the image maker,
I'm the interior decorator.
I can take any man
I see standing in
know you could picture me and you together, right?
No?
Well, maybe interior decorator?
This bar just became beautiful?
Tell me, tell me
Does it
for suddenly mortal killing
He was set to lead the world into unholy acts of sin
The architect of hell
And inventor of the six interior decorator
ain't playing that's what the interior decorator told me
Let me have some of my foam 'cause the nigga owe me
Told me he was on the dick that's how
The linings he would come up with, you understand?
His business card, it didn't say fuckin' tailor
It said fuckin' interior decorator
And he comes up with
Here in Richard Nixon's safe room
I think you'll observe that
The interior decorator
Was a fan of silver spoons
In Richard Nixon's safe room
Painter say no be 'Painter' o
Na 'Interior Decorator'
Tailor say no be 'Tailor'
Na 'Fashion Designer'
Everybody wan kit up
Nobody wan dull
Everybody
butt pirate, drag queen, hairdresser
Interior decorator, pervert, pornographer
Sodomite, sex fiend, mincing, limpy-wrist
Scat-nosed poof prince,
later
Never masturbator, I find women to be greater
All up in the pussy, interior decorator
Push the detonator, blowing up I leave a crater
Dig my style
of a palm tree
Shorty wetter than the laundry
In the wash machine
Costa's a war machine
Operator shot glocka sprayer
Interior wall brain decorator
Eat your
white like Hampton’s
We could die tomorrow let me hit the box,
I damage
All of your interiors
They say my New York style kinda rude, Kinda furious
Rolling
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