Текст (слова) песни: CKY (Camp Kill Yourself) - Drunken Freestyle
You can`t stop it if I stop you I can Here comes Jess, the garbage man Ooh ahh, I`ll FADE ya on your face and then I`ll place ya Inside of my cell room, where we can fuck you in the ass with a broom And a baseball bat, swing for the RICHES Swing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitches Cut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleed We used to call pants britches!
Ha yeah oh no! JESS yo no Mr. Homo All right let`s settle down it`s time for class and Mr. Robins Brown Aw, yeah suckas, gather up! It`s about time you busted a nut! `Bout time you let go, bout time You found out retarded people are slow But THERE SMARTER INSIDE cause they can`t hide their true feelings True stealing I`m jumpin` all for you Can you feel my card hand dealing? I`m dealin lucky numbers And if you`re the next one you might stumble down that Flight of stairs, but I don`t care there ain`t no help for you There ain`t no repair you might end up make you bleed You ain`t movin, Chrsitopher Reeves Oh no! Oh no!
Yo I`m still me, I`m still the same, I`m still the same I ever been I`m still the betta best best that there ever been And then I pissed down my throat I tried to row a boat I tried to see Ryan Gee float but he just can`t He took off his pants he put frogs and ants right up his ass Creepin` around, he was in a dream tryin to scheme To make sure he was...(fade out)
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