Lyrics:
middle name
Give me all your books and all your pain
Write in lipstick and kiss all the missus
Screaming sickness
As a kid, I was always with it
Brush
When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her)
Can get Russian reds to "yes" her,
Then I suppose
Anything goes.
When Rockefeller still can hoard en-
Cranberry sauce, love'ta have ya.
The Missus always fixes a plate of relish
with them little carrot sticks.
You know, olives, pickles, scallions.
Most
the stream to get
The Donegal Express
Kahaya! You fuck!
Come Hell of high water
I might have fucked your Missus
But I never fucked your daughter
over for tea
With the missus and me?"
It's a real nice way
To spend the day
In Dayton, Ohio
On a lazy Sunday afternoon in 1903
Sing a song
over for tea
With the missus and me?"
It's a real nice way
To spend the day
In Dayton, Ohio
On a lazy Sunday afternoon in 1903
Sing a song
over for tea
With the missus and me?"
It's a real nice way
To spend the day
In Dayton, Ohio
On a lazy Sunday afternoon in 1903
Sing a song
ain't your missus, on my dick was just kissin'
If you ever, ever come around me, you might end up with bitches
Told the kids I never cooked that key,
over for tea
With the missus and me?"
It's a real nice way
To spend the day
In Dayton, Ohio
On a lazy Sunday afternoon in 1903
Sing a song
I can't control
Let's keep each other safe from the world
From the world
Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas
To the one I call my missus
I'm leaving you
Hey brother, hey sister,
I'll never give up on you
Hey missus, Hey mister
I'll see this all the way through
No matter how far the sun and the moon
for the missus (missus)
Target on my back, they on a mission (pow)
Baby when I talk you gotta listen (sh)
First time I seen the Patek glisten
Land I'll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie
Away, away,
Away down south in Dixie!
Old Missus marry Will, the weaver,
William was a gay
visions of you being my missus
Woah, baby don't you run away from me
Don't you run away from me like, woah
Don't you run away yay yeah
So don't you run
rented, now she tryna be a missus, uh
I can't be a witness, they treat pussy like religion, uh
Pussy like religion, they treat pussy like religion
you my missus, yeah
Calling out all my bitches
Yelling at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishes
Yeah, you sweeter than Muscato
Henny out
not your missus
I only call when I'm bored
Oh na na
Oh na na yeah
Oh na na
Oh na na
Oh na na
Oh na na yeah
Oh na na
I only call when I'm
of the ground
Nelson and Starr
He's got ten grandkids, she's the third missus
He grooves around intensive care, strutting his stuff
He's got a perfect
When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her)
Can get Russian reds to "yes" her,
Then I suppose
Anything goes.
When Rockefeller still can hoard en-
When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her)
Can get Russian reds to "yes" her,
Then I suppose
Anything goes.
When Rockefeller still can hoard en-
I'm like
Let's try and find Scratch
And this Marcus prick
But we went down to that side
Guess who I see? Who? His missus
Who was targeting Danny Weed
bitches (on bad bitches, on bad-)
I think that I'm fuckin' with your missus (with your missus, woo)
I think that I'm fuckin' with your mister (with your
missus had her pants down ion want none but you know that bitch start suckin‘
Statements written federales on my block squad deep they came in dozens
Block
putting a hit out on all of them
I'm in this business of being a business I'm not a player
I'm in this business to stay with the missus I'm not a player
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