be stuck on you Don?t really think I?ll ever be ready I don?t know if I?ve done something wrong Keep it 100 girl, how long has this been going on
stomp my boots on your nut sack Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house You don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth Can't nobody flex on a nutty
my bed Woke up to find my brain fell out my head Stuffed it back in with a screwdriver, I'm that much liver I can walk on my hands on a tight rope
, come and get your freaky sex!(end chorus)The second little piggy, his house is made of brick,And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick.He sits on
lead them on a chase, they bustin' off rounds But now they all fucked, 'cuz we at the Carney grounds And they gettin' swallowed by their very on greed
in town, come and get your piggy snacks The second little piggy, his house is made of brick And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick He sits on
the person you are calling is dead" [Violent J] I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicks And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks
on and rap, bald-headed fuck Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD Straight passed out on his mother's bed
lock yo celly and that's the third time yo number changed transport airbrush, outside speakers on Valentino pu**y huggers high heel sneakers on my feet done, nails too all on
our thing my goonies by the bar we ghetto superstars they know just who we are we pistol poppers chopper choppers blame it on the bar Yeah Im dis-respectful neglectful when I be on
got the halloween jack-o-latern Yo ? , I know some kids funny silly putty playdoh They wanna step to farms, and build a hay dough I drag bodies on down the yellow brick
i smoke no huff i puff dro keep my shit on the low and f**k that bitch on the low 'cause if hoe cant deal when we f**king a nigga on the real i like
the deceptive, receptive affiles Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my sales Nah, I ain't gon' be imbedded in jail Talking to a cellmate in a bed
rock Filled the ? to the top 40th nigga Smoke a blunt with Barack Put your heart in your stomach Your lungs in your socks Your girl in my bed Your son on
on Can't stop, gotta eat Stepping on, my feet Spread love, think it's sweet Uh, uh, uh all you catz don't know Can't stop, gotta eat Stepping on, my
*** bushes Eat ** like it's delicious and grant a pimp wishes She dig my country talkin', she say I sound funny Embassy suites sittin' on the bed countin
with my mystic hoes And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich 'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits Deep, on a creep