Lyrics:
ain't f*ckin wit no cheese eaters a m*thaf*ckin mouse
Half of Molly for da 3 cause it's a m*thaf*ckin drought
I pop dat purple by the P I f*ck a hoe n
the coroner
They know me by reputation from all the bodies pouring in
Meanwhile, me and Chuck are working on a Bowflex
Redman rolling up blunts talkin, who's
the boys micro kays
Dropped a bag on the purse it's just Micheal Kay
Move the wrong way hit you up with that body bag
[Verse 3]
Uh
6 inches of snow
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Turn around, stick it
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Turn around, stick it
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
We're back on the track, yeah, from dawn to dusk
Turn ashes to diamonds, make gold from dust
From the front to the back, if you fuck wit' us
Uh, tell
on this
I see yall slither
I see we slime
I see we slatt the same
Bout to turn twenty-seven
No numbers game
Yeah
Just that young body old soul
Bring back
t-shirt
Sleepy head on my chest saying three words
Girl, my greener grass is anywhere you're at
By the time I hit the tracks on the edge of town
I'm
Your tongues entwine, I feel your bodies both left and right...
You want some ?
COME GET SOME !
Let's feed our lust
Hear the moaning symphony of three
know
And it's so lonely being here
While bones turn to dust
Well you're only dreaming for days that won't come
Run it by me
Fall out and follow
I'm
A wo-wo uh woahhh
A yea-yea uh yeahhh
Check it out
Check it out
Chuck it out uh
1 2
1 2 3 4
All black attire, lay in ya ass in a casket
Get
the country is not what it was
Damn my soul if you must
Let my body turn to dust
Let it mingle with the ashes of the country
Let them curse me to hell
To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule
Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes
Rhymes by
on the radio
Do you turn it off or sing along?
Do you still listen to those records or
Is it all forgotten in the dust?
It's three am, I'm wide awake
'Cause
to hand
And we struggle through our lives
Though the generations wander, the lineage survives
And all of us, from dust to dust, we all become forefathers by
I'm retarded
Three dracos and the carbon yuh
You ain't shot nobody, you
Ain't got no bodies
We'll turn your body to a carcass yuh
Big vlo lighter, hit
VERSE 2: Bushwick Bill ]
Lookin through her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape
(Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange")
*whispered in the background: "Smoke dust, shoot the cops
Give out
world and told the truth
When you said you got
Three eyes three eyes three eyes three eyes
You my alien girl
I rather get lost in your Pinal Gland
And if
Matter fact, I don't care put that .40 on my belt
On the mission for that man 'til I turn him into dust
What, I flow haze burnin' in the dust
You more
Phase 2: Develop habits
Phase 3: hop-to, hop-to like a rabbit
Don't stop like a rabid dog
Jealousy turn 'em green as a frog
I'm on stage getting studied
the fuck
I'm pulled over by the jakes, a twenty-eight up in my nuts
For 'em took away in cuffs I'd rather lay up in the dust
Feel like fuck a friend
to the beat
I love the way your body's moving when it's grindin' on me
We got the drinks by the dozen and nobody's coming
I don't care all I want is your lovin'
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