Lyrics:
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer do you remember?
Do you remember when we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block had a bunch
shit that you're hungry
I replied that I didn't find it funky
Enough mechanisms tackle bigger hungers
Without vents on Billy Crystal some moments
I'm
vicious bullet
you'll lose more than your lips with your clitoris in my fridge
bein' a victim of Joel Rifkin would be a privilege
'cause I'll do worse
can sum up
My religious feelings in a couple
Of paragraphs first: I
Believe in you and me i'm
Like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand
Russell and Albert
of the living dead
They're trying to die, they're leaping off of roof tops
Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops
I'd rather stay inside my home
everybody knows the words to Ring Of Fire or Amazing Grace
Oh, Dixie Land
I hope you understand
When I miss my Tennessee home
And I've been away, way
My mother likes family reunions
Last Wednesday my sister came calling
With her husband Keith who's all kneecaps and teeth
And little Billy who's
I might spit at men, I might say something silly
Think you're the kid well I'm Billy
Think you're the shit well I feel more shit than shit
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
everybody knows the words to Ring Of Fire or Amazing Grace
Oh, Dixie Land
I hope you understand
When I miss my Tennessee home
And I been away, way too
to die, they're leaping off of roof tops
Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops
I'd rather stay inside my home and only pray to die
But my house
house
fcukin you've gotta relax man you've gotta take it way easy man
Goes home I sits in my lazy boy reading special instructional pamphlets
On fcukin
intent to come home
So I'll take the kid and the house
And make out on my own.
Dear Billy,
I'm trying to say what I feel
But the feelings are
to split it, with baby mamas
What they really want is red bottoms
Coming home, my wife is cooking
You wanna see me, make a booking
My children sitting in
live O
But i still never run cos im way too slow
I'm a big billy turk in the field
I'll grip on my steel and soak your throat
I'm with so many shanks
Then my school days they were over and I went off to work
And my mother grew quieter and greyer
So one day I left her and went off to live
With Billy
just wanna stay the night
Show me what you are made of
Can you show me what you are made of
Yo, making out on my tour bus
So fresh probably thought
Sorry if I can't get to the phone right now I was probably running home
Don't lose you're faith in me I'll keep my promises
If I said I'm gonna be there,
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
on the wall
That I think my daughter drew as a rainbow
You're standing in a pentacle
Being judged by lower level personnel
Garth Brooks said I have friends in
here in your closet
Unbuttonin' all your clothes
I sleep in your bed tonight
But I never find you home
You're givin' me crooked answers
I'm crackin' your
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
kinetic
I'm unsympathetic, unapologetic
It's Billy the Bard, yeah this shit is poetic
So this bitch that I bone lives with the worst folks
And oh, her
fingers, three fingers
Four fingers, FUCK IT THE WHOLE FIST
Up your asshole
Now you're ready for Ed Powers
And Rocko Sefreddi to suck my cock hoe
[Ill Bill]
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