Lyrics:
corny, fuck it
Sugar, I ain't no dummy, dummy
I like to say, "What if?", but if
We could kiss and just cut the rubbish
Then I might be on to somethin'
Jubilee slouches in the settee
He's losing all will to move
He gone divy too much telly
He watching twenty-four hours of rubbish
He got butane,
feeling so fine
I'm watching all the rubbish
You're wasting my time
I look around your house
And there's nothing to steal
I kick you in the brains
the rubbish
You're wasting my time
I look around your house
And there's nothing to steal
I kick you in the brains
When you get down to kneel and pray
You
the scattered rubbish and suitcases on the sidewalk
Take palms and orange and tangerine trees
With eyes that're crying for everything
(Let it burn! Let it
man
Walk and kick stone and turn over rubbish pan
Now you want me back I know I'll be a senseless man
Naw go end up inna the same situation
Go try
She says there's ants in the carpet, dirty little monsters
Eatin' all the morsels, pickin' up the rubbish
Give her effervescence, she needs
Jubilee slouches in the settee
He's losing all will to move
He gone divy too much telly
He watching twenty-four hours of rubbish
He got butane,
life
Rubbish piles fresh and plain
Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain
License plates stowaway
Standing in line like a readymade
And my bags are
A letter from your home town makes you sad
You read it when the warden's had a second laugh
He said sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here, boy
See
the next life
Rubbish piles fresh and plain
Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain
License plates stowaway
Standing in line like a ready made
And my
niggaz could pass
Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last
Straight off the edge, into the rubbish
Peep my new style fuck cristal and moet
I drink evian
DODO:
Oh, we'll smoke the blighter out
We'll put the beast to rout
Some kindling, just a stick or two
Ah, this bit of rubbish ought to do
We'll
spoonin
And some happy honeymoonin
And some stuff like that there
I used to think that love was just a lotta rubbish
A mess o' cabbage
A mess o' cabbage
went from prince to a king out of a life of rubbish
Wearin' tailor-made suits, Sky Dwellers and clusters
To perfection, rags to riches, the evil's done
And I take great pleasure whenever
It’s time to punish incinerate a rhyme
Let me throw their ass in the rubbish
I don’t give fuck what they think
You
Mami got a badonkadonk in the trunk
But she come with luggage rubbish
A lot of women, I don't like it, I love it
If you don't like it, shove it (Haha)
on
Turns it off and makes some tea
Says modern life is rubbish
I'm holding on for tomorrow
Then Susan comes into the room
She's a naughty girl with
And I never have met her but she sounds sweet
Like a flower
Grown on a rubbish heap
She's got a lot of things around her
She's gotta work out
But
on
Turns it off and makes some tea
Says modern life is rubbish
I'm holding on for tomorrow
Then Susan comes into the room
She's a naughty girl with
of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
With a nauseous super "naus"!
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you
before striking.
Do not push, do not shove.
No shorts in the dining room.
Dump no rubbish, my love.
(Don't be a fool, don't be a fool, my love.)
me a clue
I know what else we could do
You creep!
Also I'd like to add
Little Miss Popular reckons
I not only speak rubbish
But I mean it (so
who flop,ey!
Them say mash through bush
And anything else whey fi come
Ah mus' be rubbish and trash--oy!
Every day ah dat them practice
The same
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