I'm at the Kwik-E-Mart to find where the Simpsons are I got money to give Bart cause he ticked me shard Yo someone tell me where the strippers are I get it popping like throwing ninja stars in a titty bar It might be a bit bizarre But I'm at my best friends funeral I'm crying, but my dick is hard My mate showed me his minibar I couldn't stop asking the cunt where the fucking midgets are Last week I bought a Nixon mask Stole Bill Clinton's car and drove it into Monica Lewinsky's spa My girlfriends a Gypsy with a job to do I'll sign your CD's, she'll rob ya shoes and your wallet too Drive by in a Commodore, ride right to the bottle shop Rock tie die, no knife fights I'm a white guy with a tomahawk Pause and ask the owner if he knows the fuckin' soccer score If our teams losing then we're fuckin' up his shop some more
I'm the kid your parents like to hate And I'm the kid that girlies like to taste And I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late Everything you got yah, I got it by mistake
I think from all the benders I've rocked and all the ecstasy popped I suffer memory loss which means I don't remember a lot I like machetes because it's the weapon I've got Use it start connect the dots and you're freckles and spots Even when I'm not right I'll never be wrong I'm levels beyond, on a level that you won't ever be on I'll take a photo of how Jesus died and I'll text it to God (Message tone) Message across I got a question for God, if we got the 1st Testament wrong Tell us where we got the second one from? Yo from this day I never will flop, you want proof? I'll stab the end of my cock with this adrenaline shot Hey yo my cock is a Cyclops, got nikes on and they're high tops Meet you then tell you that your girl got a nice box Everything I do in life is quite wrong Eat an apple a day so I stole ya fuckin' iPod
I'm the kid your parents like to hate And I'm the kid that girlies like to taste And I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late Everything you got yah, I got it by mistake (x2)
I getting it in when I get in the ring It's a left right to the chin, I side step then I swing Got two bisexual identical twins, in my ride Dressed up as gimps on a wild ketamine binge Getting more head than forceps You get T-bagged for sleeping I let my balls rest on ya forehead If ya wondering why I haven't said pause yet And presuming I'm talking about a dude then you're bent Speaking at the court, here and naked With my balls shaved, that's what I call a bald statement Whole world on my shoulders didn't think that I could balance it But it's lighter than you think like Michael Jackon's kids You don't know where the fuck you been ? Took your chick to go fuck ? better suck my dick till she bust a lip Fuck what I said before aye, ain't got no money bitch Girls call me an arsehole cos I'm tight as fuck and full of shit
I'm the kid your parents like to hate And I'm the kid that girlies like to taste And I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late Everything you got yah, I got it by mistake (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
