Lyrics:
funny accents
And was willing to
Make herself beautiful, then
Grotesque, then absurd, then
Back again and here she is now, demure
By comparison, just
of the Year Show. Well the competitors will be off in a moment
so let me just identify for you.
(Close up on competitors)
Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith (E.I..)
murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Dear Mr. Ouija
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get
murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Dear Mr. Ouija
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get
from the sky please don't cry
It'll be ok It'll be ok
Sitting at our favorite restaurant reading the menu
I remember when it use to be me and you
Riding
a bull frog jumped from bank to bank,
Just because he'd nothing better for to do!
He stubbed his toe and fell in the water,
You could hear him yell
when the stripper is cryin'
Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave"
this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls
like
when the stripper is cryin'
Well, faster than you can say, shallow grave
This pretty little thing come up to me
And starts kneadin' my balls like
when the stripper is cryin'
Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave"
This pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls
Like
want that cock
Hit me up when you want more dick
Hit me up when you want that cock
Hit me up when you want more dick
As I sit back and roll up this
But give em a bail and we'll be right back at cha
Don't underestimate me when you date me
Got my clamp off safety, that'll make you hate me
Frankly,
There I was browsin' through the latest issue of Throb
When I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of the milk carton
Well, my heart just dropped
So I
There I was browsin' through the latest issue of Throb
When I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of the milk carton
Well, my heart just dropped
So I
Okay
I am going to attempt to drown myself
You can try this at home
You can be just like me
Mic check 1, 2
We recording?
I'm cancerous
So when I dis
burns when I pee
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me?
I tie a rope around my penis
And jump from a tree
You probably wanna grow up to be just like
nothing compared to the pit
from regret over what you did
When you've gone and ruined it
Or she doesn't want to commit
Just because you wouldn't submit
of autotune
By the end you'll be wondering too
Who's gonna
Take me back
To them good ol days
Charlie, Willie, Waylon
Mr. Cash and Hank
That boy sure knew how
a brazilian ting
That once gave me head
Playing it from the back
Moving like fred
Motivation for bread
See it cut out the pass
I've got you read
One with
Where I come from
We grow sweet corn and tobacco
And everybody waves back at ya when you pass 'em
Girl, you take me back to that road
Like the sound
what they
Expect from me. So I compose the facade
It's the imposter's sin
To show up when he's not needed
It's the imposter's sin
To glow up when you
at the waves again
In my head without a care
You'll find me in my happy place
We all need solace sometimes
A place to rest our minds
When troubles start
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
of doubt
Even when you bitches are counting me out, and I appear to be down for the count
Only time I ever been out and about is
Driving around town with
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
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