Lyrics:
They calling me coat rack Hunger need a throat back Pentultumumum gonads I be having goat sex Where these so called hoes at Need to take a prozac Bouncin
fear for a ratings win Myth Lab It's so sad They're gonna stab you, jab you, kick you in the gonads Myth lab I gotta fill the segments 24 seven
clapping, thunderous I’m her daddy, not the kids, he needs a daddy, suck my dick Oh yeah! Damn! I got her whole back Bent Now my gonads Can’t Grow back Again
feel jealousy for no man I'll be chatting up your chick before I smack her with my gonads I'm nothing but a slack jaw, I live my life with no fucks
a fuck stick Call me Jelly in the crowd Gonad sky Jelly in the crowd Call me Jelly in the crowd Gonad sky Jelly in the crowd Call me Spray! Spray the pus
like me, but got no gonads It's in me, ain't on me, I'm leaving em so mad We having money, we taught not to show that Hold on I gotta find where my phone
Never been broke Never been sad Always got a hoe and you know she's bad Stacking my money on my gonads Bitch say she want me, that's just sad Broke
song means there's no room for the usual so get off my gonads i'm poud and broke where my head is a notepad in a cloud of smoke jelous rats in this city
to working a regular job? Fuck that, I'm gonna go hard grab on my, gonads Tell them fuck themselves They call me a wigger like Renee Zell But I raised hell
acting like a tadpole out of gonads, You now how catch the truth, hit the booth we making more jams Spread the strawberry preserves on your nervous
a tadpole out of gonads You know OutKast the truth, hit the boot, we makin' mo' jams Spreadin' strawberry preserves on your nervous programs Fuck the learning
to my gonads, uh Wakin' up to a few L's Open up my closet to that new shoe smell I guess I'm doin' well Smokin' all the weed that I used to sell But
Or get compared to fucking pair with all the program kids So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick (I'll show you) Malt liquor filling me up,
hit em with the four-fifth Wanna take it there and it's so sad Thinkin he packin a pair of the gonads What you got a little beef with me? Well I got
the bullshit I would like to sing a sucky song Yaaaa really really really really really Really really could suck Take a knife through ya gonads Never ShoSh,
gonad Gibbs They had to wank him too Incentive didn't want two of Dave (Get it?) He failed his interview (Oh yeah?)" She's got crinkly hair
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads 'Cause I'm big-willed, blow off like a seal 'Cause connection with the Afro is real I be the gift
gold teeth, cause I ain't a vegetarian Not scared of beef, sport a feather like Chief Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads Cause I'm
and gonads So sunburned or drowned or deleted It's the end of we, but maybe we're the bitter seeds that grow into a lemon tree Yeah, the past
Smash his scrotum sac Allered ferociously Survived this attack Sterile now left to bleed Emptied in the croth Gonads reduced to pulp Hateful
and go The get a nigga shakin' like a Silly stripper bitch on a pole I'm at your forehead, get off my Gonads, I said it before this I really be zonin' Zone
had Knew he was a winner since A swimmer in the gonads Okay pal, pay him like Paypal So we could be A-OK not OK Corral I think today I'll make
alone The devil in Miss Jones Nobody's home, I'm alone Aja & John Holmes We got gushin' gonads, tingling tushes Hairy balls and hairy bushes S & M, whips
little mice nibbling on your gonads Tiny belly button is an inny and an outty And a shouty shout at home
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