Lyrics:
got My type worked out Analytics on me The poison render I grope about And when I go out My mind splits My eyes doth hurt The musical chairs
To Violent J's dick, to Blaze's Dick, try to grope us wit they paws Goddamn hound dogs! [Chorus:] "Bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay" "Hound dogz ain't
To Violent J's dick, to Blaze's Dick, try to grope us wit they paws Goddamn hound dogs! [Chorus:] "Bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay" "Hound dogz ain't
Visualize with hallucinogens And now who see must also grope The Grapes of Wrath The prime vintage of our future World leaders Necromancers and masochists
staring at my butt. Tell him to leave a keep the barn doors closed. All I need his him trying to grope my nizzos. Bitch yous a how, and hoe yous a bitch
More then half of you n****s Sold a product and ran through em Man I'm a foo wit it, I'm a beast wit it, Beat the slave, grope em, run in man im
trouble Oh, you realer now? I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile Crack the hen rock style, give me the foul Girls grope then I smile
and enraptured us But Is this emotion devotion As deep as the ocean Or what? Was that a tender caress Or only a grope? Baby Is it love Or is it the dope?
hang the absurd On their wall If your blind hands can't grope Through these measureless waters You'll fall You've been following patterns
glory Spring up from the grope of life Spring up, up, up, up, up, up, up up into death Up, up, up, up, up inhale its breath Oh yes, Death favors
the body still warm Or is it already cold All doors are open wide They grope around inside At my desk my drawers my trunk There's nothing left to hide
Had a girl from malta I would squeeze and grope her Used to make my toes curl but never made it to the altar and its kosher Love and blessed vibes,
cope The bros can grope but the bros can't cope They've been in love and they've been addicted Who said they shouldn't, Benedict did 'Cause in
a go pamper, closet an basket cyaa carry water Me a hills man so gyal me love grope 'er So lata' gyal yo gimme son or daughta' yea Gyal wine, wine, wine
when you return there The light is getting dimmer I think I see a glimmer Into the woods You have to grope But that's the way You learn to cope
without you The world revives Colors renew But I know blue, only blue, lonely blue Within me blue Without you without you The hand gropes the ear hears
even a coat She gave you a thrill so you gave her a grope It's a fair exchange Still, I expect you expect a lot from me I know you all The show
away from you, you're the orange juice to my pulp And girl I'ma say to you, I just wanna grope and elope But I stay away from you, cause everybody knows
You're the orange juice to my pulp And girl I'ma say to you I just wanna grope and elope But I stay away from you Cause everybody knows I'm a ghost But I
at the finish (yup) You see some deal dope, others steal hope What's revealed is of a certain feel - grope Yellow moist mushie, banana peeled coke At worst Could
Inadequate hands, inadequate means In adequate little go-betweens So what? You grovel and grope. So What? But cling to the hope And so you keep
Naked as sin no, not even a coat She gave you a thrill so you gave her a grope It's a fair exchange Still, I expect you expect a lot from me I
have never known the way to border 'em in So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows, and the grouse, and the horse and the hen Grope at the gate
He will shine on for me While jeering waiters grope at your shoulders I drink your kisses Exquisite room, my charming tomb I see the man With
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