Just stick to the script n' dip, Dirt and Lip, get them chips like Erik Estrada, coming with the silent product It's FatLip and Dirt Dog and N.A.S.A.
up your ass with a genuine draft and ride off on a giraffe till its legs is broke sit alongside of the bay and watch those legs float wit' a message in a
shatter, enemies die Spread love dead thugs Gettin buried in riches Take a chance to advance fuck them worrin bitches Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray Wear a
destroyed sleaves could well Testify I'm not drowning under my words This world is a fighting one If I'm a wave, then I'll become a tsunami Your labels
know who you're dealin' with because, like a stranger, a-heh, just might come in through here with a gun... and then, what would you do? (Heh.)" "Everything is immaterial..." "'n
all seems very, very strange I never craved a toaster Or a color T. V. L. RON HOOVER: A Latent Appliance Fetishist Is a person who refuses to admit
of a FAMOUS (and conveniently placed) MOUNTAIN, and into a strange cave on the edge of a cliff, not far from a LITTLE TWISTED TREE . . . with eyes on
gets ragin', they start feelin' strange. And all of a sudden 3 on 1, WoW, what an arrangement. Crazy shit, strictly runnin' the show. Chick's sittin'
s there's a woman with my kid where I should be She screamed to me (What?) My love, my patience, my pain (OK) Nigga please [Chorus] I got the young'n
on by ya, would you think the boy is strange? Ain't he strange? If I could win ya, if I could sing ya a love song so divine, would it be enough
Would ya think the boy's insane? He's insane I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it I said I know it's only rock'n roll but I like it, like
triple A They should call you Chucky cuz ya lyrics are Child's Play Try to pray to god that l come back There's a better chance of seein' a Kid N Play
slide on by Would you think the boy is strange? Ain't he strange? If I could win ya, If I could sing ya A love song so divine Would it be enough for
bucks Growlin' my gut while in a rut How I was smilin' when falice was callin' on uh I was proud and I bust loud and enough to rally them up My style is a
up love my K-I-D-s much That's why I would never freeze up when its time to throw B's up We need a Jesus to relieve us when millies bust Now we're over
