Lyrics:
of RL Stine
I started feeding my addiction
Memorising rhymes
Like Betty Botter bought a bit of bitter butter
And she put it in her batter and it made her
my niggers living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddar.
[Sheik:]
(Ayo Pun, I got you baby)
We play the front
Chorus:
Peanut butter, Butter nut, Co-coa-Co-conut.
Ca-ra-mel, Carob Kisses, cookie cutters cut.
Mocha Macaroons, Double Double fudge cream.
Don't you know
continue to make that two bucks change
'Cause I had to make those lames change so I could play in the game
By Dig Dugging their resting places in the dirt
FRUITCAKE SONG/ROUND
KERRY PATRICK CLARK
There’s so many ways to use sugar
In Christmas dessert recipes
Been sampled by friends and by family
So
Share the information spread it like butter polyunsaturated help my people make it from Babylon we escape it humility be the key back in when once we
in "Blade Runner"
My bitch (bitch) smell like TRESemmé and shea butter
She bad (ayy), nigga, I can't stayy awayy from her
If she try to block me,
of C-C or keep sleepin'
While wakin' up to noise of third B-A-S-S, Bass
Success is butter for Serch's space
Spoken slang gets played like the lottery
of the nile
P-nut butter breakdown jelly shakedown
Freeway fury when a tigah gotta make rounds
2
My kenneth cole leather boots stay so polished
I keep money
When I spin me that bin
And I spin it again
This glick 2 Tone
I got the bricks coming in by the metric ton
Took me a flight, put the pack on a flight
I
Get these hoes hopes up by saying I love them
Then I fuck them once, their mother and their cousins
Get these hoes hopes up by saying I love them
with the fucking pain
Everyday is another same
My despair taste like butter
Fetishize what I can't explain
I met you at the river beneath the mountain
with it
Where if someone was saying peanut butter over and over
You'd be like, yeah, it's funny
Sure it's funny, but you knew they were just fucking
shit
What's the deal?
Your diamonds look so basic
Is it real?
Cause I'm chasing the blue faces
And a mil
And I'm running with no laces
In the field
Now
made it into peanut butter smear it on deez nuts
They call me a dog, three legs I'm limpin
They call me a "Dawg", like I'm David Grisman
They call me
subject to
Recording & monitoring
To accept charges (12) press 1
(Stand by for Canteen)
To refuse charges
Stand by for Canteen
Standing by for Canteen
(Put
(Hook)(1)(RoTT)(x2)
...Aint no shit till I hover by, Ohh,
Came up quick to them butterfly doez,
Shit so smooth like a butter fly floats.
Got me
a couple thats a common offense
Some like peanut butter spread others berry jam,
Some like to have to have they knees spread by another man (is it true)
Its
Split my blues and greens
Don’t mean be racist
Hunnids and ones
Just don’t mix in my pants
Smooth with my words
Yeah I’m very persuasive
I can get
wrong with my dick
It's like a melted stick of butter so soft
That it can't fill a rubber.
Aye yo come on man, this is lonely island,
People are
a cavern with its walls white and blue
I check in with the guard who tells me what to do
Leads me to another room where contraptions are strapped upon me
By
a nigga give a fuck
I spunt what you niggas spunt when I was coming up
Its the bling bling king worth mils with nuts
Scored that brand new Benz loud pipes
Uh
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills
I've been
Uh
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills
I've been
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