Lyrics:
happy!
Your progeny are reamed at last
We've taken it right up the ass
By conservative republican yuppie scum
We're the X-rated, violated generation
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Last call for alcohol
Last call for your freedom speech
Drink up, happy hour is now enforced by law
Don't forget our house special
It's called
Last call for alcohol
Last call for your freedom speech
Drink up, happy hour is now enforced by law
Don't forget our house special
It's called
the suds
And the tears they're pourin' down on me
Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey's a little more sour
I guess happy hour
can't seem to find my penis
Coulda got bit off by a mutt god knows I'm libidinous
Never mind found it lasted about ten minutes
I get high off disabling
fornicate it triple X what I'm rated
I'm dedicated to the lines that I be punctuating
You live a lie that you justify to the passer by
The blink of an eye
of hours
Such a beautiful day
As I spy from behind my giant robot's eyes
I keep him happy 'cause I might fall out if he cries
Scared of heights so I
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
never spit the fresher shit than Pressure
Any means, risk or measure
This cut is deep, so pump a beat for my fuckin peeps
I'm rated X-rated the way that I
My pimping is game, cold limp with my cane, got gold on my chain
Come pinky my ring, it's so blickety bling
On 51st and Figg, grew up about ten minutes
I'll be breakin', breakin'
Breakin' down your door, door
Yeah, cowboy ride it, r-ride it
Teach me the law, law
I want it rated like the
X that marks
My pimping is game, cold limp with my cane, got gold on my chain
Come pinky my ring, it's so blickety bling
On 51st and Figg, grew up about ten minutes
pulled over by one time
And when the 1999 rewinds
Didn't even make any strides
Murder all around the whole world it's nauseatin'
Everybody's hatin'
potential to be bae
Jetting down fifty five north like damn is it a quicker way
Two and a half hours passed now I'm like shit will I make it today
Ok the exit
like you feeling me and you got potential to be bae
Jetting down 55 north like damn is it a quicker way
2 1/2 hours passed now I'm like sh*t
A motherfuckin dyke, bull dank, a rock smokin' dog
Triple X rated, vulgar and explicit
I'm talkin' bout da bitch I call hot twat Bridget
Walkin round town, spread
my approach,
Happy hour,
Im sending shots to the stands,
if you in the post,
It's personal like up and close,
close enough is never close enough
was really happy, she could at least have something to read for the upcoming exam. Only a few hours later she was in tears; why? Because her cousin
Colonel Buff'lo Bill
Who's got the show that
Gets the most applause?
Five hundred Indians and fifty squaws
Ten feature acts and there's
The special feature
then you don't know me
Yesterday, I put my hands on my head
As I looked to the sky
Yesterday, I never realised how
Much time flew by, yesterday
Ten
tries
Category fives, six feet under
Happy hour by 7 but you're my 8th wonder
Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10
The eleventh hour, I'll never see
if my brother tries
Category fives...six feet under
Happy hour by 7 but you're my 8th wonder
Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10
The eleventh
HAPPY TIMES I KNEW
AND BEING TEN YEARS OLD & BAREFOOT
WAS THE BEST THAT I COULD DO
and raise her son too
Chest out, sizing you up nigga, who is you
My Momma is happy I love her so I'm happy for her too love you Momma
Every since I was ten
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