you're on your way passed out and not aware not scared of anything don't = matter anymore you're one to say life is a fragile toy don't play too = hard
You're on your way Passed out and not aware Not scared of anything Don't matter anymore You're one to say life is a fragile toy Don't play too hard with
what the sick is so leave the hard is to limp it and only the thrill will we get it? I'm an assasin of soul out of control when I roll you better hide
rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (haha) Puts an album out and rules for part of the year then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It
a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD Straight passed-out
and I'll give her this cock Kid Rock's my mother fuckin name bitch u know me so pass the O.E. And don't talk about takin me out cuz I got your girl
Break 'em off some Yea fuckin' right Pimp Daddy Lil'Slim Back in the nine fzour ho Check it out We comin' hard for the 9-4 ho and We out Drop it
don't stop Uh huh and you don't stop We in this Great Lakes state Eatin steaks 'n shrimp It's kinda hard to miss the crew Because we all got limps We
rimmy I didn't mind it, when he fucked me from behind It felt fine, 'specially when he used to grind it He was a trick when I sucked his dick Used to pass
better We sat it out like some passing bad weather Well, my mind was like kid's boxing gloves The kind blown up with air That are put away after play And get limp
now move out Hands up now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up, back
I guzzle bacardi Got the hotties sippin rum, maseratis with the stumps Music bumpin out the trunk. everybody's gettin drunk From the bronx, settin, lettin it all out
what the sick is so leave the hard is to limp it And only the thrill will we get it? I'm an assassin of soul out of control When I roll you better hide
'm stayin alive Time I grips not, so it limps along Dust you, collect if you digs my song Paids and black braids what I aims to ease Connection L-7 throwin out
, rubber on, set to turn that ass out Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out Come on let's get high
a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD Straight passed out
the slow jams Sippin' don, never bro-ham Oh damn, smokin' beeds Smokin' beeds in my lex-land Pass the beeds to the next man Put it out in the next hand
a weed stem Touchin on my fo' fin Move it to the back so I can see who beepin this po pimp Spring to the phone with a slow limp In a trip that shitted
