Cky - Drunken Freestyle Lyrics
You cant stop it if I stop you I canHere comes jess, the garbage manOoh ahh, Ill page ya on your face and then Ill place yaInside of my cell room, where we can ***** you in the ass with a broomAnd a baseball bat, swing for the reachesSwing for the hi-ho hi-lo *****esCut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleedWe used to call pants britches!Ha yeah oh no! yes yo no mr. homoAll right lets settle down its time for class and mr. robins brownAw, yeah suckas, gather up! its about time you busted a nut!bout time you let go, bout timeYou found out retarded people are slowBut theres more to recite cause they cant hide their true feelingsTrue stealing Im jumpin all for youCan you feel my card hand dealing? Im dealin lucky numbersAnd if youre the next one you might stumble down thatFlight of stairs, but I dont care there aint no help for youThere aint no repair you might end up make you bleedYou aint movin, chrsitopher reeves oh no! oh no!Yo Im still me, Im still the same, Im still the same I ever beenIm still the betta best best that there ever beenAnd then I pissed down my throat I tried to row a boatI tried to see ryan gee float but he just cantHe took off his pants he put frogs and ants right up his assCreepin around, he was in a dream tryin to schemeTo make sure he was...(fade out)
