Lyrics:
a testimony that you're full of bologna
That you're a stupid shit-ass
A meathead, guido, pass-gas
But you have got no class, no style
No social skills, no
upwards
To a sea green mossy boulder
And he dragged his weary carcass [or "shit-ass"] up the mountain
And he climbed so slowly
He climbed so slowly
fowler (trombone)
Tom fowler (bass)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Terry bozzio (drums)
Debra kadabra, say she's a witch,
Shit-ass charlotte, ain't
fowler (trombone)
Tom fowler (bass)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Terry bozzio (drums)
Debra kadabra, say she's a witch,
Shit-ass charlotte, ain't
a bastard and shitass
But I am the best you’ve heard
And I am the best you’ve had
If you find my music bad
I will kick you tramp
You’re the deepest dumb
numb like park of linkin
I keep thinking why do I try
It's probably better if I die
Either way I don't do no shit
I make shitass songs and hope to make
numb like park of linkin
I keep thinking why do I try
It's probably better if I die
Either way I don't do no shit
I make shitass songs and hope to make
Fill me up with booze
I'm starting to feel loose
Losing all my senses
Tonight im getting crazy
Not this shitass* lazy
I'm going to be happy
Kattokaa nyt please, puolueettomasti
Tilannet, enemmän haittaa ku hyötyy varmasti
Mä toivon, että jokanen shitass bitch jää kiinni
Nilkit kiikkii, mut vähä
scattered round, in her hospital gown
From a bed in old Goodall-Witcher
That one's a shit-ass, he don't know
Men are all sons-a-bitches
You'll see when you
the head on the ridge (Prr)
Cause hell with midge I'm shitass rich (Grr pow)
Bitch be talking they broke as shit
I'm feeling like the Pop Smoke filled with
Like a cobweb you dwell
You're just a mother in a cell
Your shitass kid has a name
I could care less all the same
They drain you tame
You can't be
wasting time, tasting wine, chasing dimes
And I really I had nothing to offer but shit-ass basic rhymes
Still thinking I was dope, but not making much
Jesus Christ
(Fuck) I'm recording
(Shit-ass bitch) Alright (Fuckin') Uh
Yeah
I'ma just hop on this song
'Cause London just gave me some lotion
Fuck with
got a shit-ass grade in chemistry, it's all good
Bout to teach you how to fill some carts in the fuckin' hood
One-stop shop up in Tempe Town Lake
Extra
on the gang
Nigga, y'all shit-ass
D-D-D-DJ SHITASS (aha, let's go)
Pull up to the party I got to take a shit
There's a long line for the bathroom you know it's hella lit
Waiting for
We don't got no goddamn band
We don't need to fuckin' practice, Randy
We don't need a shit-ass manager, neither
Ya motherfuckers
show the rotted
Therefore it's kinda weird to see you by the greatest jerk I've ever met
Now a well-intentioned advice coming from a friend
Just kick this shit-ass out
nigga
Fuck you and your channel
Fuck your mom and your dad
Fuck your girlfriend
Fuck your biggest haters
Fuck your shitass
Little bitch
You ain't about
can hear your shitass gossip ringing in my ears.
but i don't get mad or be uptight.
'cause it happens like this every fuckin night.
that's why i...
marché Tilène
16 en Duplex, grande table
Grande teille toute l'équipe
Débarque en cortège
T'es un boloss on t' juste pour l'cash
RAF a les biff shitass
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