"Yo that movie sucks " "Whack." "Bull shit" "I wanna keep my fuckin money in my pocket "oh snap" "hold up" "damn"
Cook it up spooky, Salute, look bazooka hook it up Shoot the local Winnie Cooper loopy Lowbrow low brim She asked me: What’s your name? I flashed the grossest fang in show biz Young valkyire’s open, what's yours? Umm jenny um Body clocked in a ten penny sum sprung colossal Ms. may I process your Pentium But they is hesitating, My princess: The pigeon holing Rose at your predecessor’s lunacy in the kismet Her eyes Googled back as that in form unfortunate three Plus a new kink in the posture Just don’t get all barnaclly or, Get PT Barnummed in Three-D THX Sound Stereo Dismissal Sorry Hun it’s just the last few been a fist full Like, like, like them girls you bump into out of dumb luck Get high, innocently kiss once when she Punch Drunk Watch her misinterpret the moment tongues touched Crazy miss Cling a lot claim instant ONE LOVE Then you got to beg your friends to Take her off your hands like thumb cuffs What a bar angel Bi for a Sexy Second, Lovely Give her a month and Hide Heckles Jackal And she makes Hitler look cuddly But jenny in the sky with emerald eyes You’re so different, so delicious, sort of fish I’d be willing to walk the limb with So let’s just get a few things out the way: (ok) I'm clinically bonkers and Hate just about everyone that god's green earth offers I won’t be getting dressed up to impress your family dear, And if I can’t wear jeans and sneakers then I won’t be lamping there Nope Agro pimp simply finicky note faggot bag it up no diggity soldier Magic touch finger tip donor Own up to your dirty debutant Animalistic instincts ritual courting dance and breeding behaviors (like what) I dream of Jeanie, and fucking her obscenely But Jenny could be Jeannie so easily if you’d let me Held a bad tack Daddy-O-Merlyn E for Effort Most of these high post Fabio world mother fucks make my head hurt DEAD UP I got death in the skull but you’ll get use to it ma’ dinner and cinema YES! Just… cough the bread up sure he shelps a naked pocket But I carry dreams Like I want to be an astronaut after you marry me WHAT? you're rushing this: I feel smothered, you're crowding me awfully dolly “I love you.” “Get Off Of ME!” “Sorry” "call me" And I'm circling her like a tiger shark frenzy but friendly “I'm Cool, how you feeling jenny, jenny! jenny? jenny?” so quiet ooh I like that. so mysterious I dig it The way you haven’t made eye contact with me once in ten minutes I'm just saying girl: I'm dirty dog walk vintage mixed with mega low society mixed it with gutter funk etiquette “Try Me!” So there it is: GAME “I mean it’s not like I'm sweating you because when it comes down to it, most yall females are the same, So now it’s your turn baby spit it out” “O K…” She punched me dead in the fucking mouth and walked away -> Watch out ladys cus you know he dont love ya. bazooka tooth is one bad motha fucker. he's a low life pimp with a low life game. he needs a low life dame with a strobe light fram. so cook it up. cook it up. cook it up yall, cook it up. cook it up. cook it up now. cook it up. cook it up. cook it ueueuep. No ring on the finger. there aint no strings attached. but if you love television and manic depression, get a carton of cigarettes. and we can... make it happen. get to mackin.. just leave your baggage on the curb with the trash can. it aint like i seen you in maxim. relax with the tap dance. lights camera lap dance. cook it up.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
