Benny Troung, Circumcision Proposition - Burning Bridges lyrics
[Benny Troung, Circumcision Proposition - Burning Bridges lyrics]
It's called Project Rebirth, Mr
President dr vaselli
A scientist who escaped from Italy
Has perfected a process that can take a boy
With birth defects and make him as
Fast and as strong as
An athlete we will have a
Regiment of these men
And we've found our first
Volunteer out in California
Benny's lit and burning bridges
Proposition optimistic
Often drippin', lava spittin'
Got your bitch inside our whip
Now whip it good like Devo does it
Whip-it cans like Steve-O's huffin
Even Stevens' evil cousin's demons seem
To piece the puzzle
Circumcision Proposition on a track
With Benny Troung
Gonna finger-fuck your cousin and
We'll titty-fuck your mom
In a Hummer eatin' hummus off
Her titties and her butt ho ho, roadblock
Block starin' through the window
Windows fogged up, hotbox a Pinto
Bad bitches get passed around like a rental
Blue Dream blunts get passed
Around to my kinfolk
Kick it and rip it with the instrumental
Cocaine, cocaine sniffle, your girl
Blow game like a whistle, yabba dabba
Doo, go to town on that ass, girl
How you gonna
Eat with your hand in my pants
I'mma need that
Advance, all my hoes actin' up
I ain't got no more
Friends, I'mma need more of that
Cause I got none of
This, I'mma need some more cash
I ain't got none to
Spend, rest in peace on that ass
I just hit me some skins
Offend me, I'm flippin' your brim
Tree and the Troung is as tough as a gem
Diamond ball arteries hard as it gets
Your bitch is jumpin' in back of the jet
Back of the jet, skeet down from her neck
Three-sixty her breast then shifty the rest
Please be our guest
And appease with the jest
To relieve all the stress
Layin' demons to rest
Take two caucasians, one african and an
Asian, you have united nations
Secret location, we in the basement
Inebriated, three in the AM
Role-play codename, secret agent
Peeka boo boo, run Jeep to your lady
She want a baby, she think I'm Swayze
Thirty dance backspin, we in the eighties
My dick's gorgeous, a horse's with foreskin
When it's frightened it looks
Like a tortoise
When it's hard then it's hard
Like my bars is
Hard as Hard Target, Steven Seagal shit
Break reinforced boards when we get bored
Gamin' these whores and we make em' do porn
Talkin' bout, "Benny Troung, baby
I'm sore"
Then get out the harness and lay on the floor
Lord, I'm the rap game Charlie Bukowski
Born alcoholic, impoverished, and rowdy
Bitches they still wanna offer me dowry
They see the kid they get wet like a Nalgene
CP took your bitch right in front of you
BT in your kitchen wearin' Underoos
Coward, fuck you
What the fuck you think you gonna do?
Heater touch you like the priest
Do in Sunday school pussy
Is there something I can do for you?
Yes, as a matter of fact
There is there's something
I'd like you to get off your chest oh!
President dr vaselli
A scientist who escaped from Italy
Has perfected a process that can take a boy
With birth defects and make him as
Fast and as strong as
An athlete we will have a
Regiment of these men
And we've found our first
Volunteer out in California
Benny's lit and burning bridges
Proposition optimistic
Often drippin', lava spittin'
Got your bitch inside our whip
Now whip it good like Devo does it
Whip-it cans like Steve-O's huffin
Even Stevens' evil cousin's demons seem
To piece the puzzle
Circumcision Proposition on a track
With Benny Troung
Gonna finger-fuck your cousin and
We'll titty-fuck your mom
In a Hummer eatin' hummus off
Her titties and her butt ho ho, roadblock
Block starin' through the window
Windows fogged up, hotbox a Pinto
Bad bitches get passed around like a rental
Blue Dream blunts get passed
Around to my kinfolk
Kick it and rip it with the instrumental
Cocaine, cocaine sniffle, your girl
Blow game like a whistle, yabba dabba
Doo, go to town on that ass, girl
How you gonna
Eat with your hand in my pants
I'mma need that
Advance, all my hoes actin' up
I ain't got no more
Friends, I'mma need more of that
Cause I got none of
This, I'mma need some more cash
I ain't got none to
Spend, rest in peace on that ass
I just hit me some skins
Offend me, I'm flippin' your brim
Tree and the Troung is as tough as a gem
Diamond ball arteries hard as it gets
Your bitch is jumpin' in back of the jet
Back of the jet, skeet down from her neck
Three-sixty her breast then shifty the rest
Please be our guest
And appease with the jest
To relieve all the stress
Layin' demons to rest
Take two caucasians, one african and an
Asian, you have united nations
Secret location, we in the basement
Inebriated, three in the AM
Role-play codename, secret agent
Peeka boo boo, run Jeep to your lady
She want a baby, she think I'm Swayze
Thirty dance backspin, we in the eighties
My dick's gorgeous, a horse's with foreskin
When it's frightened it looks
Like a tortoise
When it's hard then it's hard
Like my bars is
Hard as Hard Target, Steven Seagal shit
Break reinforced boards when we get bored
Gamin' these whores and we make em' do porn
Talkin' bout, "Benny Troung, baby
I'm sore"
Then get out the harness and lay on the floor
Lord, I'm the rap game Charlie Bukowski
Born alcoholic, impoverished, and rowdy
Bitches they still wanna offer me dowry
They see the kid they get wet like a Nalgene
CP took your bitch right in front of you
BT in your kitchen wearin' Underoos
Coward, fuck you
What the fuck you think you gonna do?
Heater touch you like the priest
Do in Sunday school pussy
Is there something I can do for you?
Yes, as a matter of fact
There is there's something
I'd like you to get off your chest oh!