Step right up I'm about to light up the skyline so bright I'mma fuck your whole night up Fuck ya glow sticks, and go stick a stick in ya ass This is the ghost of christmas past This is ya ho, she's supposed to kiss his ass This is gross but listen close If you don't you can go stick ya whole frickin' nose against his crack 'Till he lets one go and blows ya whiskers back And get a great big 'ol whiff cuz if you last Without passing out you'll be on the next episode of fear factor Ya, I'm back to... back to what? I don't know, smack a little child actor's butt Mike Jackson, what? What the fuck you want? I got a blunt And some jesus juice, who needs an excuse these days The way they rally around pedophiles your lucky I don't pee in your face I can do anything and apologize for it later As long as it ain't a racist tape from '88, than I'm straight-a That cannot be forgave If I drank pee for, eighteen years straight And ate shit every day on a porcelain plate That was shaped like a toilet with a fork and steak Knife, for the rest of my life And had to watch my ex-wife get fucked by vanilla ice Twice a day, cuz I said N-I-G-G-A, when I was a teenager Blaow, blaow Shade-a Forty-five, shorty let me get your number baby Maybe I can hump your leg or Something, but it's time for me to go So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle Its like this, because of that boob right?!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
