Letras:
Freak Kitchen Get A Life

to get me a life Got to deal with my problems I know that's what you tell me Well, I'm packing my bags And I'm an ex-employee My life is a cliche It

To Say, Lead Jus Squeeze The Life Out You Like A Boa Constrictor, F*** A Headlock, Im Talking Bout Extortion Ni**A, Apply Pressure, Its Hot Get The F*** Out The Kitchen

your back And beat you in the head with it And keep your bitch in place Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face Uh, I'm hating sluts

And tell your honor he a bitch to his face And whip through the state like I whip through the A Show ya ass how to take 4 and get 8 And it don't take

you through [Chorus: Timbaland] + (Twista) All my party people gon' do what? (Gonna get buck) Get some liquor in the gut (So whassup?) (Get them lighters lit up, make them get

me hard Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly Got a butler named Humphrey and a maid named Milly

let's get married I always be faithful let's spend eternity So, he became a freak under the sheets Put her ass to sleep Creep into the kitchen got the

need nose drops Now y'all wanna get mad at me For talkin' about another young, nasty freak It's life, it's not a major catastrophe You ain't a hoe 'cuz

Here's a hammer, a camera and a 'Life After Death' bandanna Here take it, in case I don't make it 'Cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake