you know that I hate your guts And I think you suck I wrote this song about you I wrote this song about you Just to let you know that I hate your guts
Traduction: Reel Big Fish. Votre Guts (I Hate 'Em).
know that I hate your guts And I think you suck I wrote this song about you I wrote this song about you Just to let you know that I hate your guts And
find me supportin rap, like a brassiere Not sayin if the game is tits, but you gotta admit that the soul be the, holder of the mic device Rhymes filled with blood and guts
, he's a dope rhymer Collaborate, with the golden state In a yellow six deuce with the purple plates I dip and dodge, I hit 3 and roll Fish and chips,
a nine on the back, I'm gonna catch that bitch runnin' Shove a .40 in his throat, now nigga spit somethin' And get lost boy, go visit your big cousin I got fish
, he's a dope rhymer collaborate, with the golden state in a yellow six deuce with the purple plates I dip and dodge, I hit 3 and roll fish and chips,
will find a home, And there will still be time, for loving my friend - You are there - And I will wait for ever, beside the silent mirror And fish
the kids are upstate kids that thought rap was past tense, hence the last name Got name for playing basements and such and making songs that our friends loved And when the fish
psycho uh huh I see but every halloween, you wanna be me! theyyyyyyyyy every halloween they want to be meee theyyyyyyyyy every halloween they want to be meee a gorila, a buffer fish
