Lyrics:
"But, daddy, I love him
I'm having his baby"
No, I'm not, but you should see your faces
I'm telling him to floor it through the fences
No, I'm not
knees
It's every wire in me, scorched and screeching, thumping out of me
It's an architect's assistant's call at twenty-five to three
And I've nothing
It would be mercy to fill you wit lead
Whiney little faggots like you, sniveling weasels
Nothin to do, existing like pimples
Foaming at the mouth, I
That's my problem, I don'tI don't know if its somewhere --- if I'm not looking in the right places or lookin' at the right people or whatever,
Babe come closer
Why are you so far away? I'm cold
Prophecy fulfilled
An addiction to the thrill was overshadowed
By my constant inability to feel
like popeye
I was gone get on my bluto shit
But ya bitch olive stop by
Different tire screeching
Guess I can blame it on my nieces
Told em 2 get 2 this
sorry, for your story
i don't think that it was very fair of you
you jeff brown'd me
you said my songs are not all that complicated
the chorus's,
The hesitation was defiant
Im probably F-in it up
Dam Bled you suck
Quit criticizing me
It's Obviously, never enough
You want more?
Being poor is not helping no
thumping and screeching, and farmer jack wouldn't
Even fix it, claimed it was prissy goat's fault for not breaking in the
New brakes correctly
Now prissy
you
Screeching waves
Breaking over me to show
All of you is gone
Perfection is not what I aim for
Cause it’s not real
You’re not real
I don’t want
Okay
How far will it go?
I'm not sure - that's for sure
Not at all, not anymore
Thoughts under control
Maybe overthinking was killing me?
Or maybe my
"But, daddy, I love him
I'm having his baby"
No, I'm not, but you should see your faces
I'm telling him to floor it through the fences
No, I'm not
on O-Dog, the homie said it's on sight
So, pop goes the weasel, if I see you then your body drop
That mouth he couldn't keep closed, that's what got him
you mean it?
No, come here, my love
Not a thing to fear
My love
What's dead
Is dead
Everything I did I swear
I thought was only for the best
out in the condo
I got them dudes mad, I make 'em mad enough to go Pern-yo
Painted bracelet, can't you taste it
More powerful than the +Matrix+
Cats
up and jus' fucked on the beaches,
And now you gotta die,
And the stupid bitch is reaching.
Be'fo I cocked it back
I heard tires screeching,
Saw
dude in a cloak with a hook for a hand
Nothin' sweet but I'm candy man
Brave enough to say my name three times
Thank God I'm a family man
Now hold it
right, I say wrong
Change your mind or we'll never get along
Most people want nothing to do with you
You can feel it too, it's not new to you
We don't need
the window but I grab him and blind him
By slowly pushing my motherfucking fingers into his eyes
And it's finally time
I stab him in his thigh times nine
So he
faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin' through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my left low
I'm the boy that got dough
Talk to my dirty mo
Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit
!
Too much bullshit, not enough vowels (yeah)
No drip, this fish in a drought
Cruise ships, toothpicks, spitting them out
Who insignificant now?
Put
screeching up the street
As I pull from the curb
In a coupe that I've earned
From a crib I bought
By simply giving thought
To my verbs
Listen to the words
It's me,
The ice creamery,
So weasel down the Yellow Brick Road while I fold the greenery.
[Chorus : x2]
You wonder why I became the ice cream
not the least
Unleash the beast to feast
I got to eat
My strongest feat
I'm never giving it up
Switching it up
Giving a fuck living it up
Weather you
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