By God we're gonna jack it
You're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover
And in my continental, you know that shits boomin'
Your tongue lickin' up my tongue
Another tale of ordinary madness
I was warned of your normal behaviour and felt
For the new school I was late
Your arms spread like a cross
You're journey is small time
This is a bought in a little ways Robbie is too
Your scrappin' your neck gets
I'm warning ya
And your show is over
Topless girl in your gaze which is hazy
But your takin' it to the head
And you're dreamin' that the world will soon fall apart
Better watch your back
With the diamond in the back, suicide doors
Livin' life it's hard to exist when you're tempted
You can look from here to eternity
Reelin' against the ropes and you
Is a marvelous thing
We're filling taste great
You little bastard
She bends and suspends and her ass
"All I really wanna is to feel Nirvana
The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say
But in high school I was the bate
And she won't hear applause
A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature
And your older
'Cuz your drunk and lost all light is gone
And never receive your morsel
After that you ask me like this
Snapped back your nose bled
Won't you take me tonight and we just might find"
Both of us you bring your cheap rooms too
I rate in the great state of California
I kick nonsense in French, tasty like crepe suzette
A dance dancin' at a club the hereafter
Your thinkin' about a comeback
{And my crew will attest to her fraudulence}
It's like this when you dip down
Who thought she was a model but in truth a never has been
Not the whack DJs that I'm a damage
In the old school I was eight
Hoe bag sceezer
I bet you feel I'm famous for 311 sandwhich
Your radio, pickin' up a smokey jazz love song
Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette
Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry
Or wine you're hungover
I like a beat that's unique and yes I like my head zoomin'
{Ha ha ha
By flesh you wanna bust through
Face some young Mexican
'Cuz we're after your punk ass
Madness becomes, even though your
{I'll slap that witch as if I were her pimp}
And you are boxin'
Who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter
My life was too short to consider your whacky self
Takes your dollar in the gutter with the cigarettes
In her droopy saggy skin
