Bring on the slut factor Reflecting all thats wrong You call me tear catcher It's just a fucking song You aint got nobody And i aint got nobody too Give
Käännös: Some Girls. Sex ja liimaa.
a house and three mistresses Even with the beard I'm not as hairy as my sister is Got a new Hummer, two Ferraris, and some Lexuses And all the girls
rather listen to myself flop on the ground than hear the sound of a mattress spring I rap and sing and talk and write and often type with 2 fingers The "hunt and
, she started earling Fucked this girl from Mount Vernon Took a piss and my dick was burning Went to the doctor, spent some pape Condoms, super glue, duct tape Fucked all the girls
filled with air Easy like the first question on "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" Yeah the same girls denying em sex Find out you signing some checks will
special, like free ketchup packets Ostriches and midget porn Vaccinations and plastic corn And I love you (I'm loving you sweet child!)(WAA!) Plastic whips and leather shoes Hepititas and Elmers glue And
And find all dust And the steel in my mind Urges me to carry on and Preserver in - for her and him Shake their bones - to paste and glue Starts the begininning
wild golden child And you probably thought I'd leave off the old style Eddie known to flip the script dick full of lipstick I pour glue on that shit and
said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop and I don't stop drop, I get props I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion and all MC's
through your city Chewin' on some stuff, mix it up with some Wrigley Fumes from the car makin' everybody dizzy Bumpin' Flaming Lips, Johnny Cash and Biggie
Smoke's in her eyes, and the past is a blur She's on her own now, livin with some other girls With the same damn lives, but from a different world These girls
