bitch had rabies All these nail faggots dressing like it's the 80's Pink shirts and tight jeans I am not participating You a violator I'm an annihilator You just a
home to find it Writin' fake scripts like my doctor signed it Till I spelled his last name wrong This ain't a song for the kids like the last album Put
geeked up, wash it down with a beer Did it to myself, nigga its your year Nigga I party like a goddamn fool Back yard barbeque, hoes in the pool Jacked like a muthafucka, stressed like a
a lil drink (drink) All you gotta do is show a player a lil pink (pink) Might buy you some earrings or a lil mink (mink) Naw, your man aint no problem, hes just a
like Dama Sig. heat that ass like sauna Stretch ya body out like recliner Stretch my middle finger to your honor like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, love drama Drop a
the floor you said don't go to bed yet let's go get a 64 and the beer i had had for breakfast was a pint of jim beam and a fifth of peach schnapps and
of the free, yeah Little pink houses for you and me Oh yeah for you and me, oh Well there's a young man in a T-shirt Listenin' to a rock 'n' rollin'
somethin' to see, baby Ain't that America home of the free Little pink houses for you and me There's a young man in a t-shirt Listenin' to a rockin'
go to this certain rent-to-own company. Its like 20 bucks a month for a tv..UNREAL! So I went, and picked out a cute 12 inch color TV, and walked home
The way we run shit See we're kinda like the government So just respect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate Just
away on a rope - it's a method. another method....Airports, motorways - take a dive, take a dive...Methods. Methods. .Just select and slip away (x3) Methods. Just
like sex, and I'm having a manage G Gold diggers can't F' with me, like I'm having a manage me A hoe see the ice and she start tripping, like your broad
somethin' to see baby Ain't that America home of the free Little pink houses for you and me There's a young man in a t-shirt Listenin' to a rockin' rollin
blame A hard shell for shame So come display your skillz, 'cause fuck lonely nights with empty bottles and pills At 50/50 fills per shot cum take her for a
burnt out like a mechanical clutch I'm too schizophrenic to touch A scandalous bunch don't gamble with trust Scammin for bucks, pink candy deluxe out mishandlin sluts After a
his soul decays Theres nothing left but a shell and an urge to kill No voices in my head just the will of a couple pills A contact a metal mixed with XTC A
voice over: give him one of these pills if he has any pain a parable what is it? well its a little story with a lot of truth, and earthly sotry with a
'm not a freak, I am meekly a creep The neighbors by the creek says my house stinks And it reeks of a chic girl Streaks of red even tho all pussy is pink