Lyrics:
no more
After I tell this story, I gotta kill who I told
Okay, his new package had came in
Had the whole house stankin'
Traphouse doorbell ringin'
gonna take hold
From the fruit on a poplar tree
To the bruise round a band of gold
From the blood in a far country
To the war of just growing old
We
tidings of my son Ted.
Is the poor boy livin' or is he dead?"
Now up comes Ted without any legs
And in their place there were two wooden pegs
She
slut caught stealing lemons from
Home owners lemon tree
Dirty slut gets punished
Dirty slut got a little dirty in the kitchen
Dirty slut was giving
And I'm too young for boys,
I'm just an in-between!
I'm not a child, all children bore me,
I'm not grown-up, grown-ups ignore me,
And in every sense
of a truck
I'm hung
From a fig tree
By boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys
With sunken cheeks and tired eyes
Skinny arms of a child
In the sun that was in
with sickle cell
Milli Vanilli ass niggas
I’m counting plenty of figures
I call that boy Tommy, I hope that he’ll figure
I’m still that nigga, I’m still
milli a prest leave ya belly a mess
Tell ya bitch give my celly a rest
She love me becuz im coachin
Her handbag chanelin her dress
And when im in ya crib
I lived in a place called Okfuskee
And I had a little girl in a holler tree
I said, "little girl, it's plain to see
Ain't nobody that can sing
You're not a bad boy in your ends
I keep on telling them over and over again
If I draw for the new skeng
I'll make the top shotter in your
Ends look like
handbags
chenellin her dress
and when im in ya crib
im slidin out her ribs
and she tell me the rest
but i tell her whtever
next time i drop by ima leave u
of Milli-Vanilli
motherfuckers are being murdered by the Big Bad Wolf
Got 'em all under pressure
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[Tech N9ne]
Hey motherfucker hey motherfucker hey
headed for the top by the rhymes I pop
For every race place color country county or creed
And all of the places that I emceed
Be-boy badness to the highest
) collecting jewels that catch your eye
(Girls) don't let a soul mate pass you by
Boys in the girl's room
Girls in the men's room
You free your mind in
Of all the holidays that exist
None makes more happier than this one
[Chorus:]
I see love all around this world
In every man, woman, boy, and girl
Of all the holidays that exist
None makes more happier than this one
Chorus:
I see love all around this world
In every man, woman, boy, and girl
At first Mom and Papa called the little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of the riverbed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my Papa
Gator bump, they ain't swag, though
Backburner full of fine hoes
Swag journies to the condo
Couple milli' off a ride, woah
That boy Cass'
Hands in yr pants, tied to the tree
Rocked back and forth, hips in the leaves
Thighs in the bark, make me free
That's alright
You are the one, don't
Boys will gladly go to war for you
With good fortune
And a great hairdo
You'll bring honor to us all
A girl can bring her family
Great honor in
Slow down the rap but not the subject matter
All you sucker DJ's will scatter
Cut-Crea-tor will employ techniques that will absorb toy boy
The real
him so
He's a freak of nature
But we let him go
I got stopped by a lady cop
In my automobile
She said get out and spead your legs
And then she
with his cousin
burn him by the wrist with his ciggy
Gonna gonna snitch giving info to the fedy
Want the money tree
Chairman gigging that's deceiving
more face time than the telly
Shout out Milli Vanilli
I see a opp and get it merry
Ill catch your girl and pop her cherry
Put the swaggy in the baggy
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