bangin nuts straight hangin Freakazoids baseheads spareing changes Homelss hobos pushing dead bodies in a cart Listen to the good part Poke around doors roamin the land Chewing on somebodys
"Shhh...Hello class, I'm Mr. Felcher, Mr. Johson is out today with a virus, so I'll be your substitute teacher this afternoon. Before we get started
, dying, and hoes fuckin So understand that he's saying something Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime Smashin heads be my reason for
you got (Ah!) Before the hatchet that I run wit swings dowwwn And splits yo face (shit!) I understand why everybody wants to be down with me I'm runnin
enemy Damn if a nigga don't die 'fore he get to me Ride with the Luger let it go, let it fuckin' go Man if for bricks, aww shit, we be in this hoe Down
still givin me head? Lickin my ass if ?? be the deala [? (other dude from U.G.K.)] Suck the nut up out a ?? bucket slow down suave nigga, Now bitch I be
perpetrate? We shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate Looking at the parking lot, better get your mind right Oh, you better be broke because the time's right [Chorus] [Verse 3
yo self I'm a take this nine, and empty the whole clip bitch Sixteen up in that ass, one more when ya hit the door How many you know, somebody rappin'
It was his wed-to-be wife that brought the cool in his heart And by the time the autumn came, things were falling apart Things were falling apart (x3
way What yuh momma say So be yourself, be yourself be yourself, be yourself be yourself, be yourself be yourself, be yourself VERSE 3 [Listen up] Before you seek to be
mic Get on the mic, Mike Let's be real and don't cloud the issue The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to People say that they be missin' me and
staring at my window picture on my wall phone on my pillow so I hear it if you call if you saw how I be's when I se3 you babi I even be blushing when
man that would never do the things I'ma about to tell you I've done. Brace yourself, it ain't good. And it would be the worst if you heard this from somebody
checks, But don't call me after midnight unless we havin sex, Don't ever assume nothin no man gone be a man, A groupie gone be a groupie, a fan gown be
or Chris and I'll find Pat I'm gettin low down and dirty with my 30-30 Just like you'll never be in Rolls, be a hook, with my nose Dirty blastin that
killer, right? HAVE YOU DONE YOUR HOMEWORK? If you were fast, you'd say, mom, dad, have I done my homework? Run out the door You pick up 3 other great pretenders, 3
he ain't far behind Somebody tell me how I ended up like this I wait for God to give me strength, i'ma fight this I refuse to bend down 'cause I'm young
, And city life's a complete disgrace, Thats why I moved to this redneck meshugannah quiet mountain town. Cartman: Mom, somebody's at the dooooor: Mom, somebody's at the door