drunk all having a party ya'll At a house where they had a party ball At the end of the night I could hardly walk at all Said fuck that and I started to crawl
He's peeling his banana while roasting your nuts You've got to get your gums around his plums He's going to modify your attitude And customize your crawl
Uh, Zee I got waiting haze, my customers ho's, sleep with me We have small beef, I still sell them O's for three fifty They know in big beef, I pop a
I may not seem your ideal When you look into my eyes I don't smoke, don't tell jokes I'm not the custom made size But baby let me take you Out on the
't nuttin' goin' in need that's trail But how told y'all 'bout how we gettin' it now 40-inch screen nigga, rocks gleam, nigga You a customer, and I love
all In her pink bedroom They say they got her future down at the desk And now they're drawing blood for the grownup test Something crawls beneath her
wearing them open toed shoes and white socks? Whatever nigga You still got coupons from White Castle Whatever You're so ghetto, your probably a valued customer
me When they move a chair It'll scrape with a grate On the ground Not with me I will have my hand right When I place a glass Notice how I stand right As customers
and malaise to go) The catcher in the rye caught a catch 22 (Mayonnaise and malaise to go) Keep it at a pace, my life is like a crawl to me (Mayonnaise
and saying it all back to you Mayonnaise and malaise to go The catcher in the rye caught a catch 22 Keep it at a pace... My life is like a crawl to me
the bathroom wall Kicking and screaming for the ? call Reinvented through a ? But yours ? back in ? Who's the stranger at the basement door Creepy-crawl
it all in her pink bedroom They say they got her future down at the desk Now they're drawing blood for the grown-up test Something crawls beneath her
at this, we only get the once Just four score years and ten, old friend, And yours are bleeding away with the puss that fills your veins So now here come your customers
I may not seem your ideal When you look into my eyes I don't smoke, I don't tell jokes I'm not the custom made size But baby let me take you Out on the
early bird says Nightstick's on the hit parade He ain't got a prayer and his days are numbered And you'll track him down like a dog Well, it's a tough customer
an early bird says nightsticks on the hit parade and he ain't got a prayer and his days are numbered and you'll track him down like a dog well it's a tough customer
slow I?m all about the money What the f-ck you think I do it for B-tch don?t act like you don?t know I?m killing all these rap n-ggas Custom made caskets