Lyrics:
chunky
I wake up from my soup slumber
Ain't the morning but I got lumber
I'm at a hole on the course
But I don't know which number
Clamber out the sand
twenty-one
One in the hole, soup would make really swole
That's not Albania Hell nah
Bottom line, he'll be mine
More refreshed
More arrests, Serbia fish has
Nothing lasts for evergreen thumbscrew
The world's my oyster soup kitchen door frame by frame
Get back, slap back, backtalk, halfback, back track,
Nothing lasts for evergreen thumbscrew
The world's my oyster soup kitchen door frame by frame
Get back, slap back, backtalk, halfback, back track,
Canteen
(Put that money in my books
I need that)
Honey Buns, batteries
Spicy veg soup
12
Stand by for Canteen
Standing by for Canteen
(Put that money In my
prize - a pair of tickets
To the factory tour at Campbell's Soup.
Needless to say, we were pretty bummed out
By the way they dissed us when we thought
the street from Jerry's Bait shop
You know the place
Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy
Except, of course, for
Stir it up like miso soup (Uh huh)
Lookin' like a nincompoop (Uh huh)
Scooby doo and snoop in the coupe (Ah)
Scooby doo and snoop in the coupe (Ah)
it all
By the time that the pill dissolve, no room for back and forth with opps we done killed them all
His bitch wanna lick me off, imma slide through
You know sometimes, life can get very hard
Things can fall apart
You're alone, full of holes, like a fork
Not able to be filled with soup
This is how
the grand scheme, yall just some pawns
We not bowling for soup, we bowling for a high score
Irish girl named sophie, she calls herself a whore
Brendan puts
knife, winning a polygamous penguin fight
Sunday, Monday, Saturday, soup's prepared for the holiday
Climbing up the scaffolding, clinging to metallic sting
We've got all sorts of reservations!
For the hotel applications
They wanna join, they wanna join
Beware of the star soup!
It was 3 in the morning,
holding me down
They like to play my sh!t loud
My shit LOUD, my shit LOUD
Like chicken soup for the soul
I'm here to fill up that hole
Build a mold & some
Dig a hole dig a hole buffalo metro
In the folds with fragments of prose
And pieces of jazz
They cant believe this goofball raps
Twelve gage leave
i'm standing on bidness, won't never run
Bowling ball, catch me a opp, it's a hole in one
Niggas be acting so street, but ain't never spun
I can't go
He'll cum down the chimney
With his big old sack-age
Waiting ass up for him
cnd his package
What he sees, it's such a sight
“Hmmm” he moans by
with soup we straight
Hey
Hey
Got the sauce like Pootie Tang
Don’t talk we cruise and hang
Austin Powers it’s groovy mane
She gon come to my house
But I
I keep it strolling
I put 3 fingers all in her holes
Like a nigga bowling
You know my slogan
I'm slept on you niggas snoring
You niggas boring
Her
bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
I just wanna love ya
For the rest of my life
I
I'm telling horror stories,
Paint a clear pic peep my head in the door hole,
Paint splatter Warhol, Campbell's soup cans and then to the Brillow Box,
shoes
With the Rollie going bowling for the old school
I need more for the Michaels
That's a loss for the class, and a score for the rifles
Three hots
Braille animalia
Molemen navigate for sailors
Stars negate creative failures
Pants romance taken by tailors
Holy Moses, Hokey Fright
Like ghosts into
Maholmes I’m going deep
She got dimples just like me
God put u here for me
Bitch I even got it stamped I’m forever BBG
Raised by my granny my cousins was
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