CKY - Drunken Freestyle lyrics
[CKY - Drunken Freestyle lyrics]
You can't stop it if I stop you I can
Here comes Jess, the garbage man ooh ahh
I'll FADE ya on your face
And then I'll place ya
Inside of my cell room
Where we can fuck you in the ass with a broom
And a baseball bat, swing for the RICHES
Swing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitches
Cut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleed
We used to call pants britches!
Ha yeah oh no! JESS yo no Mr homo
All right let's settle down it's time
For class and Mr robins Brown
Aw, yeah suckas
Gather up! It's about time you busted a nut!
'Bout time you let go, bout time
You found out retarded people are slow
But THERE SMARTER INSIDE cause they
Can't hide their true feelings
True stealing I'm jumpin' all for you
Can you feel my card hand
Dealing? I'm dealin lucky numbers
And if you're the next one
You might stumble down that
Flight of stairs
But I don't care there ain't no help for you
There ain't no repair you might
End up make you bleed
You ain't movin, Chrsitopher Reeves
Oh, no! Oh, no!
Yo I'm still me, I'm still the same
I'm still the same I ever been
I'm still the betta best best
That there ever been
And then I pissed down my throat
I tried to row a boat
I tried to see Ryan Gee
Float but he just can't
He took off his pants he put frogs
And ants right up his ass creepin' around
He was in a dream tryin to scheme
To make sure he was (fade out)
Here comes Jess, the garbage man ooh ahh
I'll FADE ya on your face
And then I'll place ya
Inside of my cell room
Where we can fuck you in the ass with a broom
And a baseball bat, swing for the RICHES
Swing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitches
Cut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleed
We used to call pants britches!
Ha yeah oh no! JESS yo no Mr homo
All right let's settle down it's time
For class and Mr robins Brown
Aw, yeah suckas
Gather up! It's about time you busted a nut!
'Bout time you let go, bout time
You found out retarded people are slow
But THERE SMARTER INSIDE cause they
Can't hide their true feelings
True stealing I'm jumpin' all for you
Can you feel my card hand
Dealing? I'm dealin lucky numbers
And if you're the next one
You might stumble down that
Flight of stairs
But I don't care there ain't no help for you
There ain't no repair you might
End up make you bleed
You ain't movin, Chrsitopher Reeves
Oh, no! Oh, no!
Yo I'm still me, I'm still the same
I'm still the same I ever been
I'm still the betta best best
That there ever been
And then I pissed down my throat
I tried to row a boat
I tried to see Ryan Gee
Float but he just can't
He took off his pants he put frogs
And ants right up his ass creepin' around
He was in a dream tryin to scheme
To make sure he was (fade out)