Lyrics:
Yeah
To all my fans
The people, who don't know..
What I been goin through
To make my, own..
Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I upsets
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
I'm trippin'
Y'all cuffin' these hoes, I'm different
Big blunts make you lean back (Fat Joe)
House in the hills, I need that (need that)
I don't
But it's the same ol Joe so don't get K.O.
Hey yo I'm gonna fry for what I never did
[Chorus: x2]
What would you do if the vicious enemy
But it's the same ol Joe so don't get K.O.
Hey yo I'm gonna fry for what I never did
[Chorus: x2]
What would you do if the vicious enemy
crack till they dizzy (OH)
Your man Joey Crack, I told him before
He don't want it with me, YOU PUSSY FAT BOY!
You wanna go to war? Ok Ok I'll go to war?!
Joe never had a lick of sense pass the biscuits please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I got to plow
And mama said it was a shame about
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
arm leg leg arm head with this big machine
Love don't love here so legs open very easily
Like Joey crack or fat joe
To the back that stick gont make up
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
"Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
Mama said it was
"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said it was
presents now
Cause you're just ingrates
If the G.I. Joe is gay what difference does it make
After all he's just a doll ain't too much he can do
If you
to my house and kicked open the door
Lay Joey's body on the cold floor
Now I'm tripping and I don't know what to do
Light some candles to brighten up
with my zombies and
My goons like Transylvania
My niggas got it low by
Scalpin' tickets out the stadium
My messages is free movies
That’s word
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
seats and it ain't got no plates (come on)
They both friends, they two freaks, and they ain't got no waist (I love you)
Don't do Xans, off two Ps, I
'cause I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again!
Yo, call my lawyer
They ran up on me son, ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots, my
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I gotta plow"
And mama said it was shame about
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'n' Mama said it was
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'n' Mama said it was
don't play my music on mtv
play it on the radio
we are the street kings and we don't care
yeah we really don't wanna know
i'm joe fabulous
life is
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