Drunken Freestyle Lyrics

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Drunken Freestyle Lyrics by C.K.Y.

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You can't stop it if I stop you I can 
Here comes Jess, the garbage man 
Ooh ahh, I'll page 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 reaches 
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! Yes 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's more to recite 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, Christopher 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 
Oh! Creepin' around, he was in a dream tryin to scheme 
To make sure he was...[fade out]

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