ribs And come bust lil' brother with the stick-up kids Like, "SHHHHH! Take off the watch! " "SHHHHHH! Take off the watch! " "SHHHHHH! Take off the watch
path, before I split you in half You wack nigga, better get you a staff The freak bitches try to hit me with math Brushin off wack niggaz while them
TAKE IT OFF. Shit so hot we make you. TAKE IT OFF. Give me what you got nigga. TAKE IT OFF. And we hit the right spot baby. TAKE IT OFF. And everybody
Yeahhhheahhh It's like. you. don't. want. me to win So. this. time. I'm goin' in! [Swifty] This the life of a rocker Gave ya minds a (??) Hoppin' off
take a shit in his jackolantern then smash it on his porch Now get off my dick, dick's too short of a word for my dick Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism
I am again. - Naked wives and Vicodin, Before I begin to get so high, pussy boy I could spin. Vin-vin! - Fuck the handle! I fly off the hinge! Let the
is dominos I'm on a roll, around and around I go When will I stop? I don't know Tryna pick up where the Eminem Show left off But I know anything's possible
Pants or dress - hate fags? The answer's "yes" Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!) That's my motherfuckin balls, you'd better
at this shit But I've been true to this shit given' my heart and soul Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coal So Fuck Off Yeah With my pants half hangin' off
BizMarkie starts out the song beatboxing while De La Soul chants the words "I'll beatbox"] [Dove] Ah mic test one two [BizM] Aww man, I check it better
better Tell me have you heard that lately I'm just sayin' you could do better And I'll start hatin', only if you make me I think I'm addicted to naked
cigars From Bogota, Colombia, chicks from Panama The diamond fellow, mami hello Pull up in the drop my Ferrari yellow Pull off your top make it shake
what I feel I don?t care if I?m black ball Walk up in the label start waving a hack-saw Hit the bathroom strip naked and jack-off This white boy?s getting
lil' pompadour up in de air agin! I like dat part! Crab-Grass Baby: Stroke me pompadour . . . That's better, I feel better now . . . Thing-Fish:
the hamburger. [23:21] Phyllis: Hamburger meat . . . Hhhh . . . Oh . . . FZ: Wouldn't that be better if you had your clothes off then you can uh, enforce
the moms and pops, for helping me slay dem faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me,