Lyrics:
house, this a fuckin' nigga palace
Pockets swollen, they look like Jabba
All I know is make dis gwaluh
Dick too long, shawty holla
You niggas small just
at the ball
I spy Henry Hall
Henry Hall in his house
I spy Mickey Mouse
Mickey Mouse in his cradle
I spy Betty Grable
Betty Grable is a star
S-T-A-R
Plugoz on the beat and I'm killin' it
Damn who make this beat, cuz I'm stealin' it
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can't hang with my klik
Sto pensando a fare arte, uomo, no gossip
Vestito elegante come John Gotti
Ci hai provato varie volte, però non fotti
Fumando il miglio verde e non è
way!
(doorbell rings)
It's open!
Hey guys... what's up?
Hey, good to see ya Gay Robot...
Gay Robot in the house!
Word up... what's the score,
Tell all your friends that I was at fault
I need you to leave, I need you to go
Get the fuck out my house
Get the fuck out my house
Get the fuck out my
to my eyes
Delusions near the rest of me
Capture me around
The ends of a memory
Don't know, begin
These dreams can be random
Just to leave the house
I'm
in the ground
And this so cald kings, steady going at eachother
Do songs with the devil, while they fightin' with there brothers
Sell a house, fuckin'
want beef (Uh-beef)
So I might make a salami
And she just came in ya house (Ya house)
Came in ya house, callback (callback)
I gotta predict the pole,
of soldiers feet,
There was no one there but Mary so I went down to let her in,
John stood there beside me as she told us were she'd been,
She said they
should be
Limp Bizkit's in the house y'all
Limp Bizkit's in the house y'all
Limp Bizkit's in the house y'all
Yo John, bring that beat back!
Uh
In the bed of your rising house
With thoughts that run like many mouse
And many things in your head like rust
That try to put you in the ground
tower spray painted all
In John Deere green (John Deere green)
When the Friday night lights make your hometown glow
And that smoke up in the sky from
the house,
There ain't nobody here that we'd keep out.
That's the way we do it in our town, yeah.
You never hear me apologise,
For growin' up strong, growin'
The product of John Gacy's crimes
They found a lot of dead boys in their plots left to rot on Gacy's lot
So they dug up the lot and tore down the house to look
a minute
You can have my truck, the old house too
The Winnebago, the fast boat and the pontoon
Take this old guitar, take my buddy John
You can have it
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps
.
The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got
I've got a farm house,
It's a big white farmhouse
And forty acres in my head
You got a kitchen,
It's an oak floor kitchen
And a big brass
what I can
I think that is nice, if I earned some money
Being funny for a record company
They get me lots of wonderful things
They give me a house,
whole house and home
My children don't want me no more
Bad talk inside de house dey bring
And when I talk they start to sing
Mama, look a boo boo they
whole house and home
My children don't want me no more
Bad talk inside de house dey bring
And when I talk they start to sing:
Mama, look a boo-boo
John and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy
Just to leave the folk music behind
Zal and Denny workin' for a penny
Tryin' to get a fish on the line
John and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy
Just to leave the folk music behind
Zal and Denny workin' for a penny
Tryin' to get a fish on the line
You can't fool a fooler
I can tell
When a John got jazzed
By a Jezebel
You can't beat the house
You can't beat the house
Tell the man,
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