FUCK THE KIDS
happen, Till you fuck around, Get an anthrax napkin, Inside a package wrapped in saran Wrap wrapping, Open the plastic and then you stand back gasping, Fuckin
tongue in cheek I'd yank my fuckin teeth before id ever bite my tongue I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once And die and come
do for my next trick Im feeling wonderful, I think I might just do something a little less subtle, Shove a fucking Tonka truck up a little kids butt
I'm done you can fuck off fucka-fucka-fuck offf! [ Chorus ] And this was supposed to be my first single But I just fucked that up so, Fuck it, let's
bad boy, Then fuck you too. Chino xl, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, Fuck you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother fuckers, Fuck
and whitney in my mansion smokin crack I'm parrionoid I'm feeling like niggas are trying to get me Forget the kids I'm shavin off my head like fucking
my brain is all corrupted fuckin' with this shit I'm suck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quit sayin' motherfuckas names before somebody fucks me up
[Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background] Hey pass that nigga, we gettin' high Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man 50 can't
fall in love and get fucked up while the world just shrugs. With no thought Logically. Were wondering the streets so aimlessly. I hate to see these kids
floor but I always want more. Fuck the pain away make it through the day Fuck the pain away make it through the day Fuck the pain away make it through
but a way of life! Yo check it! This is my boy, Tha Producer! [Chorus - Tha Producer] All you fags on Sunset, show me where the fuck you at. Scene kids
Planning on gettin Cinderella Cause Cinderella still works for the pigs Through with the dwarfs, fuckin Bebe's kids Now Snow White got the horny ass fever Fuckin
[Intro] This is the operator with a collect call from "Emory Jones" To accept the charges, press one now [Jay-Z] Uhh, woo! Emory whattup? Told
(feat. Pharell Williams) [Intro: Pharrell (Nelly)] (OHH!) Turn it up, turn it up Turn the beat up, uhh (DERRTY E-N-T!) Turn it up some mo', uhh, okay
't fuck me I'm who these haterz hatin I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 t.v. I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see but I'm the new
lookin like Beyonce on her best day (I ain't fuckin wit'chu) You got your high heels on and your body feel warm but tonight (I ain't fuckin wit'chu) You
) the car goin two hundred miles an hour WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?! (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language) The nigga climbin out the fuckin