[Intro]
Bitch!
Fuck shit ass whore pussy faggot slut dick cock balls bastard whore dyke clit shit balls ass dyke bitch hole cock slut faggot dyke bitch whore ho skank ho
Tell me
[Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
If ever I cussed as much when they bust
Would the buzz and the fuss even be such?
Could music even be nuts? Would they reap us?
Or style wanna keep us?
Are we dreamingers? Never sleepers?
You'd probably never beep us
Because wouldn't be cuss
Jesus thesis wouldn't reach us
Not not speakers taller than a bleachers (Bitch!)
To each his own
His only bone is to goin' in knowing they critique us
What was only on them sneakers
Now they wanna slap on speakers
Sneak ass, Rikishi ass, that flash back, trash that, I'm past that
For the freaky naked speakers beatin' blast that
You get your ass slapped
We stick our dicks in a mix of chicks all fixed to start some shit up
Soon as we parked, them markets sparkle, bitches' boxes lit up
So get up, fuck shit up, some haters' throats get slit up
They bleeding, belch, and spit up
Soon as it croaks, we tip up
Ching ching ching, shim shimmering shing
Angels bring bling for kings
The best gift they truly ever gave
Jetpack flight through the Everglades
Making fuck down with seven babes
Fresh reunion with Mr. Spade
Chance for retarded kids to get laid
Danny "K" at Coachella, paid (Bitch!)
Bitch!
Fuck shit ass whore pussy faggot slut dick cock balls bastard whore dyke clit shit balls ass dyke bitch hole cock slut faggot dyke bitch whore ho skank ho
Tell me
[Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
If ever I cussed as much when they bust
Would the buzz and the fuss even be such?
Could music even be nuts? Would they reap us?
Or style wanna keep us?
Are we dreamingers? Never sleepers?
You'd probably never beep us
Because wouldn't be cuss
Jesus thesis wouldn't reach us
Not not speakers taller than a bleachers (Bitch!)
To each his own
His only bone is to goin' in knowing they critique us
What was only on them sneakers
Now they wanna slap on speakers
Sneak ass, Rikishi ass, that flash back, trash that, I'm past that
For the freaky naked speakers beatin' blast that
You get your ass slapped
We stick our dicks in a mix of chicks all fixed to start some shit up
Soon as we parked, them markets sparkle, bitches' boxes lit up
So get up, fuck shit up, some haters' throats get slit up
They bleeding, belch, and spit up
Soon as it croaks, we tip up
Ching ching ching, shim shimmering shing
Angels bring bling for kings
The best gift they truly ever gave
Jetpack flight through the Everglades
Making fuck down with seven babes
Fresh reunion with Mr. Spade
Chance for retarded kids to get laid
Danny "K" at Coachella, paid (Bitch!)
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