Pop, I think you're a fuckin homo Hey thanks for payin for my college, I'm learnin a lot I'm learnin a million, I'm learnin a bunch of shit Like how to
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me to do situps to get buff I did two and a half and then I couldn't get up Fuck D12, I'm outta this band I'm gonna start a group with the real Roxanne
his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a
a back like a tree and arms are like a fucken chests. So who the fuck would have guessed. I call the bug. I'm a Johnny Quest. I'm obsessed with a
mics Cuz the way that I'm feelin' tonight, everything I can just do right There's nothing that I can do wrong, I'm too strong and I'm just too hyped Just
[Ozzy] I'm going through changes I'm going through changes [Eminem] Lately I really, feel like I'm rolling for like Philly, I feel like I'm losing
a liking to Psych I'm spiking you like a football Been this way since I've stood a foot tall Your'e a good catch with a sh-tty spouse Pretty mouth and a
a liking to psych I’m spiking you like a football been this way since I’ve stood a foot tall your’e a good catch with a sh-tty spouse pretty mouth and a
I'd roam the streets so much they call me a drifter Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and
and fuck you like I don't even know you You fuck other people, and I fuck other people You a slut, but I'm equal, I'm a mutt, we're both evil In our ways
is gone I'm dropped in the club And I'm tryna run and get my mothafuckin gun (Nigga what about your wife) Nigga fuck my wife I'm tryna run and save my
? And smash these vocals and do a performance But we in a van, and he in a tour bus Don't want my autograph you's a liar No I'm Swift (Oh I thought
from his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my passion Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin '. Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol
Fake Tales of San Francisco Echo through the room More point to a wedding disco Without a bride or groom There's a super cool band yeah With their trilbys
used to be the kind of guy Who'd never let you look inside I'd smile when I was crying I had nothing but a life to loose Thought I had a lot to proof
’all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot) Q-tip:i be the all-i-seein’ The mcin’ Human bein’ Soon to be in your museum When I’m in your colisseum I’m mcin
