you then? No doubt You chop your balls off and die? Hell yeah And I think at one point there you said something about sucking your own dick Nope! Actually
Island. People are countin' on us. I gotta write all these motherfuckers myself- Hey yo, I think I broke my dick in the sink, It's so small and ugly, All smashed and
me steppin' I got the weapon that is kept in on my hip and Why you trip and find your clip And tell your bitch to suck my dick Wish Bone'll pop that
I don't give a fuck If it ain't mine, is you hungry? And God willin' Me and my niggaz chillin' Not them niggaz that be trippin' Bustin' my automatic pistol And
industry swangin from our balls Its bone thugs, mighty bone thugs Bone thug, bone, bone thug [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] I told em imma get up, get out and
niggas suffer set backs 90 days and I ain't goin' to respect that And you can sniff a snitch a mile away Fuck him in his ass and feed him dick, a pound
) Nah, I don't need no count-off Just drop the beat and I'm on it, aight? (2-3-4) I took my chances, when I did my dirt And my advice to any nigga if
away from these bitches that jock dick And move enough to move on, gotta stay true to it That's just the way you gotta do it And these niggas here is really, dazed And
' holes in brains Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and gray For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks,
of your bark, but bitch I touch ass And bust back, what's that, it's face mob in effect With Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach I told you that talkin'
holes in brains Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and grey For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks, Dawg
holes in brains Before I say the same thing I'll be old and grey 'Fore I fall off and rap about my clothes and chains Gripping grain and popping trunks
balls Gold medalist spit, doin' this ever since Third time felon nigga, who you tellin'? 'Cause we Allustrious, ashes to ashes And dust to dust, if you fuck with us It's a must we bust and
man I'm lookin' like Jones Besides I put money on your skull and bones And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phones Touch down and
ooh ay ay ooh ay ay ooh ay ay its akon and ugkayyy and ugkayyy and ugkayyy its akon that girl she got me the way she movin in place bendin over spreadin
green 6 cornbread in the guts Got dat halloween kicks trick or treat in the clutch C'mon nigga is you trickin or what Flow tighter than a dick in
and John Holmes We got gushin' gonads, tinglin? tushes Hairy balls and hairy bushes S&M, whips and chains Pregnant ladies with menstrual pains We got hand jobs and
sterile girl, we ain't never did nothin Cause only you and I know that the Common Sense is bluffin Little Miss Muffett, that's how the ball bounces Sorry you gotta bounce the ball eight pounds and