Lyrics:
In my bed stuffed
Up in my nose
Felt a little bit of guilt
About wearing clothes
Golden Italy
Chesapeake 50
Heard the colors on the walls swear
Your
Hello! Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, how may I service you?
Uh... Can I have a large, uh stuffed crust pan fried oven baked pizza?
With Alfredo sauce?
Go check my wrist, my wrist go check my Rollie
Diamonds stuffed inside that bitch like ravioli
Go check my wrist, my wrist go check my Rollie
We stuffed our hindsight with bad xmas visions
Then we forgot why we came to the kitchen
Wooltooth for furnace and stories of kittens
Hard like
it straight, "bad bitch" on her application
I implore you, always dripping in the fly shit
Check her price tag, Draco stuffed in her Chanel
Bag up
the hall, velvet-eared stuffed animals
Nurse their angles on the wall and thank god its over
Thank god it was
I stuffed all my troubles to the depths of the horn
Painlessly memories go through my head
I have to leave this place or I'll be here forever
I
I had it stuffed in the, yea
I had it stuffed in the couch, yea
I had it stuffed in the couch man nah fr
(I had it stuffed in the, yea)
Way too much
longer know this place
You walks among trees
With stuffed foxes and their prey
Plastic flowers give no smell
All is mute
Everyone useless
My black backpack stuffed with broken dreams
Twenty bucks should get me through the week
Never said a word of discontentment
Thought it a thousand
three-quarters alive
I'm ducking cuz the pineapples are starting to fly
On Plasma Pond
Marble-eyed and stuffed I lay in wait for a sign
Sucking on a fish-hook
Stuffed yet all of that one-pack
Be anywhere, feeling' a no-wrap.
Came when they hit us all mad
Flashback, Flashback
Got mad, didn't even crack that
I don't
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
simple that way
We ordered pizza
The sun shined in Summer '02
Pepperoni with stuffed crusts, and meat feast too
Margherita and farmhouse and veggie
B.a.n.a.n.a.n.a.s
King Kong with it
Pablo
Big breadstick thick
Been stuffed to the brim like bosco
Open him up an im an Apollo
Cant follow me man I thought so
ASAP
with the matchin' socks
I mean stuffed like a turkey with a half a key of cooked rocks
The reaper came and took him
I saw the tears from my baby
them drugs and toting them slugs
24 hours only got time to get my pockets stuffed
24 hours only got time to get my pockets stuffed
I had to slow down
sensation
Nerves on fire
Skin piles higher
Fetuses stuffed for ornaments
Canine torture
Morbid portrait
The rib cage is damaged
Organ shredded mince
All good
we on
Murdered them dumb bastards
Kill 'em inside their kitchen
And then stuffed them inside their cabinets
Death before dishonor, put that on my mama
Floating in abyss
Remember I ain't have shit
Palace bookbag stuffed with cash till it rip
Niggas say they real but they really ain't legit
disgust
Foaming maws, stuffed with flesh, crooked tongues, with sulphureous breath
I could sense, sense myself, trapped in, a stalker's gaze
Dooming me,
A call to evolution--this is a cry for revolution!
Cities are stuffed with human waste
Rotting flesh, our thoughts erased
Things don't have to be this way
a minute!
(now the next step of this operation: the evil corrupter of youth is going to take him from step one, which is a mere high-school diploma stuffed
Textin’ my ex make me sound to simp
Nose stuffed up and my cough too lit
Poppin’ these pills and meds foreal
I been home sick at home foreal
I been
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