i can tell that you're not amused with the things that we used to do i = remember that you used to be in the middle right next to me think you = thought
I can tell that you're not amused with the things that we used to do I remember that you used to be in the middle right next to me Think you thought
, you fired, THERE YOU GO, limp figures So you take ? and then play the role of friend and talk Try to tell her it's her fault, when Jack your Been
fee for pussy but not me, motherfuckah I move quick with my pool stick, slicker than Willie Slicker than Kelly, slicker than KY Jelly But really this dick has
future And none of this has happened yet None of this has happened yet None of this has happened yet None of this has happened yet None of this has happened
position Wishin' he would listen, so you start to kissin' It's alive and up goes, and up goes you're adrenaline You aimed, you fired, there you go, limp
upon the briny foam And now they've about quit waving her back here at home In her own good land here she's been abused She's been burned, dishonored
was gonna shake her ass On the hood of White Snakes'car Her yellow SUV Is now the enemy Looks at her average life And nothing has been alright
We interrupt this program to bring you a special report We are looking for a man named Billy who has just been accused For use of fake credit cards, use
deuce-deuce of some genuine, draft I'm genuine, like Vinny's whinin' all about cash Cash, cash, so indeed So you know I got the lighter for the hash, has it Ever been
I'm nice when I'm bustin' fat rhymes on the metronome MC's never pass the mic to the Foxxx, 'cause Once I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has was I beat
the Guiness Stout Fishing for a line inside my brain And looking out at the world through my window pane Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained Everything has
be a star She was gonna shake it right on the hood of Whitesnake's car Her yellow SUV is now the enemy Looks at her average life and nothing has been
my Cadillac Has 50's in the back Playin' Rick James and Tina, so relaxing Passed on by the neighbor Red Lane They called him insane Here's Mr. Chang limps
's true I got a broke ass limp that'll pull me through I might appear to be a pile of rags But I'm a stack of hundreds in a paper bag I've been around
hands on your knockers Yours are better than some Yours have never had milk Not like the ones on your mom Highschool english You got an A You knew your Dickens plot But your mom Has been
bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet All the truth now in how you're lying there in Angelheaded elsewhere so markedly meek Slapped like a has been
