Lyrics:
Watch me sizzle on my country fried shit
Eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)
I got ganja in the console
'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flyin'
Whatever happened to unity?
It's like that, and that that's the way it is
Disillusion is the word
That's used by me when I'm not heard
I just go
the driveway and the bottles in the hall
Well I don't know where they came from
It must be burglars in the neighborhood
I sure hope they catch those bums
I
Oh, but look-a-here, baby
See what-a you've done, done
You taken my money
You got me on a bum
C'mon shake a-yo' boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo' boogie
Dám dělovou ránu
Bum, bum, bum, bum
A rozbiju bránu, můj bude váš dům
V něm budu tě hýčkat
Hej, hej, hej, hej
A svážu ti strýčka vím
Že byl by na mě
You know me, I know you
We are not the same
At all now
Your mystery, outgrew mine
When I'm by myself, alone in tears
Something is taking over me
It
bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by
said a drip-drop, a drip-drop, drip-drop
Viva bum bum bum drip-drop
Let it rain, let it rain, let God's water feed me
The water of life, mentally
on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
When she come around she a killer
When she come around she a killer
My hand turn to bum bum sticker
My hand turn to burn bum sticker
When she come
the bouquet
They know I'm headed to the top like a toupee
Now all the bums is wondering where I be's at
You ain't a Barbie, it's none of ya freaking bees wax
if he is a girl?
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money
You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father
the bouquet
They know I'm headed to the top like a toupee
Now all these bums is wondering
Where I be's at you ain't a Barbie
It's none of ya freaking bees wax
It's lonesome away from your kindered and all
By the campfire at night where the wild Dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so
to uśmiech na twej mordzie
Tak bardzo pojebany może być tylko Norweg
Bum ratatatata bum bum bum bum
Ratatatata kill kill kill bum
Ratatatata bum bum bum bum
is red so beautiful
Like an angel in disguise
But if you meet a friendly horse
Will you communicate by
Mo-o-o-o-orse?
Mo-o-o-o-orse?
me
Who's the son of some well-known
He was brought in by his mother
'Cause his daddy's always gone
There's a bum from down on broadway
And a few
closing
But it's over now, but it's over now
Go on and take a bow
Bum bum be dum, bum bum be dum bum
I'm going crazy now
Bum bum be dum, bum bum be dum bum
royalty or something
The sun was shining on the avenue
And the shadows knew just what to do
They kinda parted as I walked on by
And the clouds went off
I'm sitting by the side of a river
Underneath the pale blue sky
I've got no need to worry, I'm in no hurry
I'm looking at the world go by
and you love me still (yeah)
Eyes come lazy, but she is real (yeah)
Dressed to kill (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We can bum-bum 'til you're tired (oh)
I can put
to step out of this black and white
I know we'll find
That color is the reason why
I shouldn't let another day pass me by
But every time I find myself here
figured at five to nine
But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Epitaph, Valentine and Revere
I got the horse
put skill in it, hotter than a skillet
Pinkie fuck them with the guard, the gun is at your head
Every single time you niggas see me, step beside
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