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udder cows now longer have sad eyes they won't be served with fries they have no master they're comin faster they're sleeping in my bed they're stepping
snow The black ones turn white and the white ones don't show Big lamps in the sunset, between bovine dreams Their icicled udders are waiting for
It's never your fault, sweet mother That I was raised in the days Of the house-husband craze But the taste of your loving udder Was replaced by
a weird red light The pump and grind that I call my head The suck milk nebula I use instead The sweet cream clot and the sweet cream udder The weird red
Vassillios, neck beard Straight from the gutter Shaped like a cow And milked like an udder You know he's a freak 'cause he looks with his
Yeah, they call him the Karate King Chopping children down like trees Bringing cows to their knees Making their udders bleed Now they call him
cows and that's no bull Around the cowhouse, I got pull If cream and butter ain't enough She's got lots of udder stuff Who gives me milk? Who gives me
other! Two lost ships on a stormy sea One with no sails and one with no rudder Ain't it just great, ain't it just grand? We've got each udder! Two
my udders I am cow, I am cow, hear me moo! I am cow, eating grass methane gas comes out my ass and out my muzzle when I belch o the ozone layer
GO PUT ON OUR UDDER PANTS WE PUT ON OUR SHIRTS FULL OF SAWDUST AND DIRT AND WE STILL LOOK DA SAME WHEN WE'RE DONE WE'RE SWEATY OL' STINKIN' SAUNA
says you'll regret it? One yank on that udder Will land your butter In a sling First one's free Cow junkies take heed Cash Cow, coming to getcha!
in L.A.
This Heifer must be empty
'Cause she ain't puttin' out
Oh, E I E I O
Tell me, how do you milk a cow
{This song is absolutely an udder
gutter on 'em, my beats is crispy My bars is like butter on 'em, with a udder on 'em So if you pimp, we even and bust a scudder on 'em Mighty L,
thirsty?" Parched, "Have some milk" I lowered myself beneath her And held my mouth To her swollen udder And sucked the sweetest milk I'd ever tasted
at the tip top lyrical structure Floatin' like a soap bubble that you don't wann puncture Or rupture, I write what I udder, mother mother mother There's too
girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying? I love that shit. And the seven udders uttered, The seven unders thundered, The seven thunders
Don't udder because my style is buttah The roughneck, green-eyed, funkdafied For those girls who cry my style's worldwide (word em up) I get Just-Ice,
I should live in a cow's udder If a nigga bit my script, he'd get a mouth full of butter Hit the spot like an ice cold Coke and what I spoke choked
single ridiculous I inconspicuously wow brothers, without stutters, leave sounds smothered You couldn't come to grips with cow udders Like proud
Recognize it's real and nuttin udder than that Cause one from the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha? (Hook-4x [Lil Wayne]) Who wan' beef with 'em? Who