kidnap ya, boy Ductape and wrap ya, boy ???? and flash ya, boy Lascerate and trash ya, boy Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor Troy Shame on that
Muffled sound of fist on flesh Blows to chest, no breath, air gasps You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch With each hit, each kick, each broken rib
m not the only misfit posting,blogging,hating with no reason to submit Regardless of what you've read, I've got no crime to commit YOUR FICTION TRASH TALKING
to lap dance And date the boyfriend of her mother Now here come's Jerry's next guest And it's a slugfest 'Cause it's her trailer trash brother Nymphomaniac
(feat. Ursula Racker) (Ursula Rucker) Muffled sound of fist on flesh Blows to chest No breath Air gasps You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch! With
probably that an all out nuclear war Would destroy all life on planet Earth. * We are not talking fantasy, Nor preaching doom. We are talking of an
the fear Don't be talking off my ear While I'm swallowing my beer Get the fuck outta here with your act Same type of cat that likes to talk shit behind
bad lasers now major ace route the following orders to all his crews, clones, generals food clothes medicine walk on glass, bang on doors, talk all trash
m not the only misfit posting, blogging, hating with no reason to submit Regardless of what you've read, I've got no crime to commit your fiction trash talking
here And she readily rebukes her sister She treats me with a sudden respect Suddenly she calls me 'Mister' But just as soon, I soon forget And start poking around in the trash Talking
The fields of Eden Are full of trash And if we beg and we borrow and steal We'll never get it back People are hungry They crowd around And the city gets
you by to the far side Cause encounters of unusual rhymes Off the powers of a beautiful mind And it's a shame some lames can't manage How the ways of
cover the cuss with a [sound effect] Ooh ooh, shame on you Tell me what you're tryin to do You better watch your mouth You better watch your mouth Ooh ooh, shame
38 kidnap ya, boy Ductape and wrap ya, boy [????] and flash ya, boy Lascerate and trash ya, boy Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor Troy Shame
went and drop some presents off to ease it to them Two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their minds a little And dawg you'll never believe this But Sharonda actually talks
If you got plex with Slim, I suggest you stay sober No time for slip up's, no room for mistakes I go to war with you cakes, talking bout I'm fake Y'all
made me love you so bad You made me love you so bad You made me love you so bad Too bad you're no good Midnight knockin', you're droppin' around Trash talkin
The fields of Eden Are full of trash And if we beg and we borrow and steal We'll never get it back People are hungry They crowd around And the city