Lyrics:
was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then
wait for the next one
Dinner Break
Ripe for the pickin
Girls grab a guy, guys don't be gross to girls
Y'all ready?
Yeah!
Ok then, sing it with me
the mafia
Not a Tai Omi Ay Wong Sun carrier
Devilman wouldn't even jump over
The train barrier so how can he be a bad man
When he pars with about 25 pricks
If
wearing-comparing
My gifts to my homeboy next door to me
A gift here, none there, but who cares
My little sister needs a comb just to braid her nappy hair
But here we
But why would he lock the basement door?
Then board it up with a two by four?
What's he up to? I can't ignore
I wonder what the rubber gloves are for
by the way, in my head I can play, your laugh to this day
Some say it’s Wasted Space, I’d have to debate
Prevail in the case, it's safe to say,
to the white side
Okay, there's a bright side, a day that I might slide
You may call it a pass, I call it haulin' my ass
Through that patch of grass over them
full of stab wounds
You in a trance, I'm back doin' my dance, ooh
But they're afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair
And make her wear a bathin'
extra bad girl
I'll be yo supercalifragilistic expialidocious bad girl
I'll rock the flyest hair
The most expensive cigars
When I pull up, I'll be in
It don't matter what plans I got, I can break 'em
Yeah, I can turn this thing around at the next red light
And I don't mind telling all the guys "I
was too tired to think about it at this hour
He kissed Jenny goodnight, turned out the lights
And closed the door, readying himself for the day to come
denial, I'm bangin' niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with
denial, I'm bangin' niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with
pet sat next to Jimmy and he looked up at Jimmy...
And on this particular day Poster Nutbag decided to go for a little walk so Poster Nutbag got up
a lover
Pull your hair back now
And pin you down
You like it and I love it
I don't plant to stick around
Cause I'm the bad man
I'm the bad man
The next
I do this non-stop
I'm the kind of guy that always will come through
If a damsel in distress then I rescue
Her, stick to my word when I preach like
pool's space
We'll pass this fool phase
All my people are lost in darkness
Bitches asking why i act so heartless
I'm the one who sending warnings
Bad day
door and looks in."
"When the hell do I get something out of this?"
It's down, it's down with the clown
Fuck fat bitches and charge by the pound
I gets
This guy hates "white" so bad
It would ruin his life if I hit him with a snowball
He the type to pull a drive by
On a snowman in the front lawn of his
I'll make sure to get myself out of town
The next time I have a mental breakdown
My ears see things and my eyes hear sounds
My hair has feelings
he heard a groan from next door,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he
back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
Ever had one of them days wish would've stayed home
Run into a group of niggas who
instead I end up sitting in a 27-C
An aisle seat, fine by me
But the guy that's inside's always tryin' to pee
With a wild child behind me, he's cryin'
Used to be the nice guy
But they never end on top
Got so many bars
Had to make sure this one pop
Behind closed doors
Did things just to make y'all proud
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