In my twilight of my life I don't need no Grammys Write my gay acceptance speech Most of all I'd like to Thank god For programming my beats I want to
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice muthafuckas and fuck yah Fuck y'all, punk gay sensitive little dick bastards, 2paclypse Muthafuckin' know, y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick and My uncle
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I've had relations with girls from many nations I've made passes at women of all classes And just because you're gay I won't turn you away If you stick
gay. Dolly? So she got up the very next morning Early as the break of day And there she spied her Willie Taylor Walking along with a lady gay. Dolly
me Young and army, worse than my uncle ronnie Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me I can't stop carryin out my dirty laundry Middle fingers flipped
up and do it again. Hail the miner! Hail the miner! Hail the miner! Hail the miner! My father was a miner. And my mother was a miner before him. And my uncle
there A stranger on your shore But Irish luck was with me here And riches came galore And now that I'm going back again To dear old Erin's isle My friends
she gotta prove That she ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom, you confused
When I'm on the prowl, Yeah, I burn my bridges My balls got ridges (Necro) Brand new Necro (shouting) (Uncle Howie) Stop Being Greedy Buy some fucking cd's this is Uncle
where's my piece of mind? A swiss watch, leasing a Lex on credit All the liquor and pussy a nigga can get Put together a this puzzle but my pieces won
down, waitin to straight jump out put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now? Oh - you want me to watch my mouth, how? Take my fuckin
I love shows with or without a plot I'll stare 'til my legs are numb, my eyes bloodshot Because I only have got One brain to rot I'm gonna spend my
my ambitious brother pours some poison in my ear. And before my body's even cold he's wearin' my pajamas, Layin' up in my bed with my crown on his head
be skippin my parts My swagger get any higher I'll be sittin on mars I don't post on blogs or chat about what singers gay I don't switch screen names
blue and I was always wearing a frown , because my gal had turned me down. Then we met and you can bet I knew from the first, you were my love, and
me Young and army, worse than my Uncle Ronnie Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me I can't stop carryin out my dirty laundry Middle fingers flipped