Lyrics:
Woke up today and caught in last night's smoke I hung my wet and stinky kilt to dry There's not a lot of room in here my eviction's in the works I
was rollin' my dargies The kilts off the van, but a fiend just snort, yo All of my brothers are with it If I see you fidget, they grippin' the pole
I've had But I've puked on my kilt Will you call me a cab Will you call me a cab For now I must go To wake up at dawn For a heave and a hoe
Mijają lata i dni Ona się nadal przysiada i mówi, że wpada Bo jestem DILF A ta krata co mam ją na sobie to nie kilt Ale jebać te metki a ja po
ridiculous Than a weiner-dog in a kilt (Oh boy!) There's no Scottish dachshunds (Nope!) Or chihuahuas (Nope!) There's no Scottish dachshunds (Nope!)
blast fast With an open gash After fallin' on broken glass Devil's choke your ass Till they see blood spilt of An innocent man kilt? But how many know
Homie you guna get it can't Forget the shit you did You don't deserve the breathin Don't deserve to live i fcked up I fcked up I should've been kilt you
prix J'suis dans la soirée comme Elvis en kilt On va t'couper la bite puis te Renvoyer ton pénis en kit C'est moi qui marche pas droit ou Tout l'monde
dritto alla testa Tutti sti milf ca vanno in tilt Si sceng ca tuta, fra mica co Kilt Miracle KID col Golden Boy Se fanno i filmm si ispirano a noi
toute façon un jour t'es mort Alors, autant qu'on en profite Tout de suite On veut des CRS en kilt Qui chantent, "déshabillez-moi" On veut les
È un film, Dogville Punk rock, col kilt Hardrock, coffee New York, Paris È sex, è drugs, è weed, è cash È black, è white, è glam, è Off-White
dans un Merco Benz (bang, bang, bang, bang) J'suis pas là, j'suis en quête Comme j'suis pas là, elle enquête Le rap français en kilt J'vais les
Dans un juke-box Emaphone J'ai retrouvé Des couettes, un vieux microphone Un kilt délavé Une pile de disques de l'époque Qui ont tourné plus
grosses cuisses moi ça m'excite J'suis très mignon sous mon kilt, tapine que ce parasite Taxe les frites et sans gluten, moi ça m'énerve (ça m'dégoutte)
Mezcal Sei così piccolo che se vuoi farmi ombra Devi passare due volte qui Non tiri fuori palle neanche Se ti presenti col kilt alla Sean Connery Mi
circles, drunk at work Fuck off punter, asshole jerk I kilt it up and give it my all You shout in my ear, busting my balls My days are numbered My breath is
'til it click Hold it, down 'til Every Grizzly, 'round me is rich Go head, lose yo head Put underground, I insist Shoot a rapper out his kilt Give
Kilt und Armreif Zerbrech' dich wie'n Sparschwein, tu nur, als wärst du fromm Aber Luzifer ist dein Gott und du willst ihm nah' sein Ruft Mahlzeit,
condemned "Gee, Scotland-It's so quaint All this scenery makes me feel quite Faint Clan chief looks so good in his kilt We never think of the blood his
McLeod) The Kilt Is My Delight (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations) Maggie's Pancakes (S. Morison)
Them hoes want to help out a nigga on his spliff So I pull up at the hotel room with no guilt Thinking if I'm gone get away or if I'm gone get kilt
Into the woods and done kilt dem Don't waste your time tryin' to Wrassle with your worldly woe The good lord works In mysterious ways 'Cause
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