Lyrics:
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I drop a bar that might offend
All you little pussies should go hit your head
With a kitchen pan
Scared shitless till you piss the bed
Throw a fist
A beat by Verse.Com
Verse dot see oh em, ehem
All day listening to pro by the bench
I ain't talking bout the hate, very smelly like the stench
From
were never to know
So you're packing up your office just a little too slow
Because the man who'll take your place is drawn at the bow
We can't relate
A little chalk paint on the driveway,
with two old rockers and a front porch swing
And it may not look like much from the highway,
but it's a castle
rib-lickin' beer-drinkin' pig-stickin'
BBQ country style
Oh man wait a minute wait a minute Bill Bill don't do that
That's my good buddy Bill he drove my
I am an ordinary man
Except for one thing, baby
My brain is a fuckin' garbage can
And every time my heart beats
It pumps more bilge into the works
in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
Another day goes by, and still the children cry
Put a little love in your heart
If you want the world to know, we won't let hatred grow, no no
Put
Soon the first little pig met a man with a load of straw.
Please, may I have some straw to build a house?
asked the little pig.
And the man gave him some
strap or a gap for that trojan man
Lovin' it when you lick me low, or on top of me
So I'm ridin' it like a tractor, it's a factor
Can you feel me? Do you
through her earth
The way a jagged little pill
Shoves its way 'round the mouth of history
I love my mother like I love breathing air
Even when she bruises
I used to be a farmer, and I made a living fine,
I had a little stretch of land along the CP line
But times were hard and though I tried, the money
and more sophisticated
And for a little cash , i'll be error free
I'll down load my selection
Bouncing to perfection
Just wanna be touched by an angel
stupid
It's all for the music my hood made me do it
It's just a dream until I change up the scene
I'm on my by any means
Microphone fiend walk to the booth
promenade down in Tennessee
I got no chaw in my jaw, show respect to my ma and pa
No dip for me unless it's followed by a twirl
Them rowdy boys a whoopin'
And scared me right out of my wits.
For weeks after that I was haunted
Though no one could seehim but me
Right by my side was the little blue man
Cause of that man
Five time champ
Had clamps
Plus fast hands
Foot work dumb
Up and und
Like a lap dance
Now
It’s evident
Kobe by far
Is the most skilled
(double agent)
It’s a cold world man,
I suggest that u get a better coat for winter,
Cause I murder in cold blood,
U are so fucked when Jason with ya
I got my gun and my Bible by my bed. Trucker's hat sitting up on my head. With a chrome grill and seventeen inch rims. Good Lord can I get an Amen.
seven eight ways real pussy opp smacker
Drills in the field big wheels like a tractor
If I get it out your hoe, ain't had to pimp her or mack her
Swear
gleaming
I'm gone creep in
Smoove like yellow flash
Don't blink bitch
Skin can't see
snatch my masks
Bitch Im gone Be the last sight
Breaker breaker
Tractor
Where have all the cowboys gone
Why don't you stay the evening
Kick back and watch the TV
And I'll fix a little something to eat
Oh I know your
Where have all the cowboys gone
Why don't you stay the evening
Kick back and watch the TV
And I'll fix a little something to eat
Oh I know your
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