Lyrics:
you got it, then can
Got the point, I get it by the dozen
Talkin' slick and actin' like a fan
Nigga, please don't make me call my cousin
Bitch, I'm
means I was retarded
Drank tequila
Hammered like Bob Vila in her apartment
I walked outside with Tom Knight, drunk
And we came up with this great idea
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me
two bob for this.
It smells a bit peculiar doesn't it,
but don't you think... well, we can serve it anyway" and she does)
Coming down on London Bridge
the weed, T, ya heard me? Yeah
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I
And I couldn't blame you
You were brought up in a cold world
Don't show anybody your feelings
That's why I'm clinging on to me and stay by myself
It's all
gonna do now
There ain't nobody around
We can blame it on the booze
On the buzz on the club
Or we can fall in love
And you can be my maybe baby
This feels
however much I booze
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out
I don't care what you say, boy
There ain't no way out
I lose so many nights
sorry
Lean in my cup, she wanna fuck
Molly for lunch with the fruit punch
I seen your bitch comin', I might had to duck
I don't wanna fuck 'cause that
She put a five in the jar at the piano bar and asked him for a brown eyed girl
He says sorry lady I don't play that song and I won't do
It's by design and I'm racing a marathon
Blessed with the funding
Cool, hey
But don't turn your back on your goons goons
Boys are not smiling, true, hey
pronto
Bombs go boom, throw two Glocks to Robocop
Look, mom, wow, my boob job's by Photoshop
Do not go downtown for colonoscopy
Doctors took Tom's foot, so
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
all about ya bread
Say I'm already rich
Don't live by a nigga or a bitch rules
Cause can't nobody tell you what you been through
TOM CRUISE
Sinks not but bobs afloat
Your sweet menstruation
Will capsize his boat
Don't you think it's scary
Life's a Bloody Mary
Blood and alcohol
Makes you think
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again
I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame? I don't really know
But my game's so tight I
Think I'm gonna go
by sayin'
I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'ma lightening streak
Uh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big, weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
Don't blame him
For refusing your bid
He didn't decide to love
You did
Learn the lesson
Take the blows
You didn't fall in love by chance
You
saw was some little skater kid
Come runnin by with a test tube, one of them glass ones.
Oh man, I'll check the news
And find out what the hell's
pictures
They believe in what I write
Cause I'm writing out the Scriptures
Hollowed out by winter, made me find myself a filter
We can do it Bob the Builder
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.
Long
to blame for New Orleans?
Why the poorest people always get extorted by corporate giants
We don't boycott, we buy in and I find it unfortunate, yeah
Me
to see what I gained by myself
Vile
Purple
Toxic blues
Reefer green
Mixed with booze
You can pack your things and get the fuck out
In front of my spring we
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