Lyrics:
City's full of
City's full of
City's full of
Sissy, pretty love yeah
Your serious eyes dehumanize
What you wanted, what you wanted was never sad
You're bein' so tough to me
Like a leather jacket
I know you'll have no sissies
No baby, you just wouldn't hack it
Gotta be a strong man
little critta.
He's a wicked little critta with a sissy bar,
And he lays a patch on the tar,
He's a wicked little critta with a sissy bar,
And he
S-I-S-S-Y D-U-C-K FIGHT!!
S-I-S-S-Y D-U-C-K FIGHT!!
たいした理由などない
ののしられ Natural-Hi
すでに我慢の限界
I can't stand it any longer
怒れ壊れるぐらい
踏めば吹き飛ぶぜ地雷
負けっぱなしではつらい
S-I-S-S-Y D-U-C-K FIGHT!!
S-I-S-S-Y D-U-C-K FIGHT!!
たいした理由などない
ののしられ Natural-Hi
すでに我慢の限界
I can't stand it any longer
怒れ壊れるぐらい
踏めば吹き飛ぶぜ地雷
負けっぱなしではつらい
to you
You fucking sissy
Up on stage screaming how people hate you
They don't hate you
They just think you're corny since Christina played you
And I
Sisyphus
Hey sissy baby, why you all alone?
You got both your hands upon your big old stone
Hey sissy baby push that stone towards the sky
Hey sissy
to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tip 'cause I was drunk
See a sissy ass punk had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cause it's
one way to handle a woman
Dean we just got to treat 'em rough Got to slap 'em
That's right We got to show 'em who wears the pants
Cut out that sissy
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk
See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cause it's like that
one way to handle a woman
Dean we just got to treat 'em rough Got to slap 'em
That's right We got to show 'em who wears the pants
Cut out that sissy
one way to handle a woman
Dean we just got to treat 'em rough Got to slap 'em
That's right We got to show 'em who wears the pants
Cut out that sissy
sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars!
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin'
Whatever happened
heart
Life ain't for sissies and you ain't no sissy boy
And only the strongest survive
Bad love is better than no love at all at least you know you're
to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tip 'cause I was drunk
See a sissy ass punk had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cause it's
again,
No, he won't want
Now I took a trip down to Sissy's
She's a friend of mine
She smiled and asked me in
Well, she drew a box and a big,
Fancy
is to get a gun
Grab the mac 9 and spit half a clip and them niggaz run
Sissy niggaz, sweeter then a cinnabun
I want 'em knocked off, we the ones
brothers temple see what's happenin
From the bass low, coming down from below, Tell me what a sissy know.
Funkin lesson is a new flow
Stalking walking in
her queef and sounds like a fucking whoopy cushion
Who the fuck is you pushin', you musta mistook me for some sissy
Soft punk looking for some nookie
now sissy that walk
Better beware, ain't no T, ain't no shade
But at the same time, bitches better get out the way
I'm a femme queen, mother
Growing old is not for sissies
You want to laugh or cry and shout
Every day brings you some new challenge
As one thing fades or one wears out
one way to handle a woman
Dean we just got to treat 'em rough Got to slap 'em
That's right We got to show 'em who wears the pants
Cut out that sissy
one way to handle a woman
Dean we just got to treat 'em rough Got to slap 'em
That's right We got to show 'em who wears the pants
Cut out that sissy
slapped by his sister
And that's probably gon' kill they mama
So I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I'm sorry Ms. Houston, sissy
Might shed a tear but ain't no sissy
