the twat (I rip your cunts out with spoons) Down to the asshole (R to tha A) [R.A. the Rugged Man] (B-yeah to??) move it over, it's the cunt renaissance
It don't fade, it'll last for all these crazy days These crazy nights, whether you wrong or you right I'm a still love you, still feel you, still there
an' that About you havin' some kind of a panic attack Tell us, um, is it true? An' when you have one, what the fuck do you do? Well I'll be sittin' there
Death to whoever bumrushes through the bloodstream Yo, somethin' ain't right, I don't get it I feel a vibe, blood brothers, are you with it? If I have
CLANK, RATTLE, TWEET) One last time! -- (CLINK, CLANK, RATTLE, TWEET) I bet it'll do it for you! (TWEET!) Bert: [It did it for me, I'll tell ya.] Ernie
there's a room just for Almond Spoons I sing on this track that's what they assume Sorry but my engineer ran out of autotune You rap but I feel that you
lack the silver spoon Oh, how I feel when the sun comes up And it brings your face of you Wherever you're going Could I please come along with you? Wherever you
you tell me what Aww make it inside Do you feel that? And I'm changing inside Can you see that? Oh I was hating inside And you know that Breaking inside Can you
neglected you or disrespected you A lot of have sex, yet you say I'm the (Bad Man!) Gave you dick, never fronted, pulled your hair when you wanted Used
You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck You feel like getting so high, you smoke a whole damn crop You feel like crying but you
it ain't so,say it ain't so,say it ain't so) I-smoke-dro(say it ain't so,say it ain't so, say it ain't so) Don't-smell-blow(say it ain't so,say it ain
Swear to God, it?s the world that we?re living in, Nigga Bullshit niggas cross the head Gotta bring the work in, then want more bread You feel me! Let
Here it comes You got me feeling right You've got me feeling alright You got me feeling right You've got me feeling alright You got me feeling right
away Oh Mary lied Do you know? Can you feel it? Do you feel me? Yeah And if you wanted madness and if you want what's pure Well you gotta come over
But before you go you know we gotta get somethin Start-ed, pump-kin, pie I promise to lick ya til your well runs dry By the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon
Could've got away Oh Mary lied Do you know? Can you feel it? Do you feel me? Yeah And if you wanted madness And if you want what's pure Well you gotta
blackball Well, you know, I wrote a little poem about it and I really hope you like it So have your mother read it to you and if you guys like it you
the math He knew he had to choose a path Gotta get that girl, gotta make her laugh Gotta shake the past and move forwards Gotta make this last, it feels