Lyrics:
fucked all day (yeah)
Sucked all day, smokin blunts, countin cheese
Fucking bitches til they assholes bleed
What you say ba-by
Chorus: Too $hort, Biggie
of the young gun
Who's been listenin' to Devz when the channel was you
Was Tales From The Crypt on my screen
'Til we met, kickstarted a dream
It was bud,
case,
Drink that and listen to the Stanley Brothers and then we'd go get a tape of Jim and Jesse and it was on to the Kentucky Colonels and Mack Wiseman
many miles from town,
A friend Jim Stevens--brought supplies and he stayed to hang around.
That day two wardens Pogue and Elms rode into check Claude
my girlfriend Jim, and Ian, and Aynsley, and Bob, and Frank... I mean, none of us...
Pleased to meet you...
Hi Howie
We never met a pop star from
and the day I met
The M-a to the see with the dash
M-o-n-e cash came fast on the ave, see?
(Cars ride by with the boomin systems)
With the (funky) (funky,
some of my best days
Go to the clubs it was a run for me on test day
You can't be full of the message until the bread breaks
People pull suggestions
died for you and me
I met them both in Dixieland
'Cause I've got Jesus and Bocephus
They both help me to live my life
I went from Jim Beam, to my bible
field
We can have fun the whole night
God damn it, it ends bad.
Hey Jim B I hate you the next day!
It's been five years come this autumn, she remembers well the day
The day the fever got him and took him far away
Far away from always knowing that
and swear to God we got it made
You know we missed you round here Sonny Jim
Come in sit down your tab's been paid
There was always one more friend to call,
cruised for boys on the strip
But death by the bottle is what made her hip
Marylin's beauty showed age every day
But her sinister end helped her keep age
buy some buds"
It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
Jimmy and Mary were quite a pair back in their younger days
They met a married in six weeks time and
That was sixty years ago this May
Four kids made
true)
Now, what if Jimbo's slightly gay,
Will Pat let Jimbo get away?
Everything we've heard him say
Indicated that Jim must pay,
(And it just
When when e burst
Odogo odogo Jim Jim
Gan gan
They have never met a rockstar I just took of in a fast
Swing on me and you go mis twice
Tell my oges we
The dream was gone
And then one day
A young man appeared
And said these words
For Jim to hear
Hello my name is Jim
Are you my dad
I think you're him
I'm
clang
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves
And it's by and by I'll slip my chains
Into the bush
(I have called you by name)
(Guitar rattle)
When I think about driving with you on the backroads
On a nice purdy day
When I think bout driving
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
boots.
In the graveyard we left Jim,
None of us said much to him,
Yus, we all gave 'im the bird,
Then by accident we 'eard...
'E'd given 'is black
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