Drunken Freestyle — текст песни (cky)

You cant stop it if I stop you I can

Here comes jess, the garbage man

Ooh ahh, Ill page ya on your face and then Ill place ya

Inside of my cell room, where we can fuck you in the ass with a broom

And a baseball bat, swing for the reaches

Swing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitches

Cut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleed

We used to call pants britches!



Ha yeah oh no! yes yo no mr. homo

All right lets settle down its time for class and mr. robins brown

Aw, yeah suckas, gather up! its about time you busted a nut!

bout time you let go, bout time

You found out retarded people are slow

But theres more to recite cause they cant hide their true feelings

True stealing Im jumpin all for you

Can you feel my card hand dealing? Im dealin lucky numbers

And if youre the next one you might stumble down that

Flight of stairs, but I dont care there aint no help for you

There aint no repair you might end up make you bleed

You aint movin, chrsitopher reeves oh no! oh no!



Yo Im still me, Im still the same, Im still the same I ever been

Im still the betta best best that there ever been

And then I pissed down my throat I tried to row a boat

I tried to see ryan gee float but he just cant

He took off his pants he put frogs and ants right up his ass

Creepin around, he was in a dream tryin to scheme

To make sure he was...(fade out)