Lyrics:
the fun you'll have
In your old rockin' chair
Enjoy yourself it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink
The years go by
tellin' us if we don't vote for him, we ain't Black
I still think you racist and that's my problem with you
We only voted for you 'cause you got Kamala
This here's the story about Killer Joe
He's a real bad cat, forget I told you so
Silk on the corners of his fancy threads
Double breasted pin
throws 'em when I gamble
And when I swings my thing I takes a swing like Mickey Mantle, but um
I got more flavors than a pack of Now and Laters
Beg your
And plus the fact she gon' get a degree
Then come back and get a job and make more money than me
The same for you Joe, you got something to fall on to
This
the fun you'll have
In your old rockin' chair
Enjoy yourself it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink
The years go by
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of that I boa constrictor
a man can see you and not be blinded
Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulator
Even usin' you to prove who he is is a huge favor
I think you
dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best
strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best
Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake
you need help to die Thats something I’ll can give a hand in
See I’m standing on my ego
So I’m taller than you people
If I loose I’ll take the dopest
back, white ? Doors open
Groupies looking froze, should've left the freezer closed
Her breast and thighs hotter than some wings at Burger Joe's
Now take
a barrel of shellfish
It's like
You bound to feel helpless
Think with your head
And not with your pelvis
I'm really a king unlike elvis
This shit so smooth
you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by
Verse 2-Fat Joe
I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah
met her
Kama Sutra Kamala
Lyrics and Music by William Lake
Kama Sutra Kamala got a mattress on her back
A set of matching knee pads, It’s got her where
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of that I boa constrictor
I've seen you the first time in Trogny's bar
But I'll see you later, we'll talk of black
We'll meet up for sure, oh will we not?
Away from all
gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit me or what? Think I'm tryna get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt, what
I'm politicking
they've lost
nine today.
CUSTOMER: Well, when is your next round?
MORTICIAN: Thursday.
DEAD PERSON: I think I'll go for a walk.
CUSTOMER: You're not
gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit me or what? Think I'm tryna get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt, what
I'm politicking
gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit me or what? Think I'm tryna get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt, what
I'm politicking
I think about it involuntarily
All of the time
You know, like Dr. Manhattan
Throwing up a hissy fit
A walking, talking nuclear nihilist
Or a, you
a fuckin' sandwich
Osama Impression bro, fuck you William
And fuck your fat whore
Bitch, you can suck my balls
I fuck you by force
Donald Trump Impression
Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as you wink
Enjoy
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