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Crash Oh What A Night

do what I gotta do, Imma be a bum Wanna touch, even wanna cut Down there like a butt Black and white, mixed like a mutt Imma frustrate Imma pimp walking with a limp Got her to a

snatched by the trunk Of his white Cornice Took a look inside And what did they see Two keys and a gallon of P.C.P Oh shit, the thought crashed Mitch

change a connection The bitch's ugly face cold spoiled his erection I'm the Ice rhymer, a big timer An' yes, I'm a pimp an' a player an' a hustler An' kinda a

I cannot say 'oh sweetness' like he could and I cannot play a lullaby like it should I'll give you all night movie marathon and a triple expresso so

a reflection of myself to me 'Cause everybody needs some company, oh What is truth and what is fear? Will I find it under here? I know they're selling me a

somethin' like this: DOH! Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Ohhh! No, get 'em off, get 'em off! Oh, oh God, oh God! Oh, get 'em off me! Oh, oh God! Ah

in this world Everything it seems Would be brighter if your nights were spent with some girl Yeah, you're falling all around Yeah, you're crashing upside down Oh, oh

the place that I've been dreaming of (San Francisco) Wake me up in San Francisco Everybody go Oh Oh It's 10pm getting ready for the night Wanna be a

up If I see this faggot in the cut, Im'a grab his nut I'ma grab a touch, bust a gut, let you grab a slug Little mothafucks, insects, I'ma flatten bugs