I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's hump palace lookin' for love It had been a while
want to see the stains the dead remains of all the pain She left the night before Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies And make them realize their urgent cry for
can't believe it's not butter, I'll sing as I'm flogged Yeah, that's what I would do if I were God So vote for me for Savior and you'll go to Heaven
{Hello Frank, hello mother dear Hi, Jim, what are you doin'? I am trying to think of words that rhyme with vagina Oh, lima? Like lima beans How about
We gonna drop this next bomb For a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo' Yeah, Notorious B.I.G. Hell no, we gonna do this For a gangbangin' thug
seen my will to live? Because I seem to have lost it Love life? No, but Mom thinks I'm handsome Couldn't get off if I held a pimp for ransom Feel like
I hope this helps to clarify I hope you die I hope your cell mate thinks he's God But CNN refer to him as 'Bowling Ball Bag Bob' Serving time again for
out speed" Not a quote of what he wrote but a paraphrase Make it up as you go Keyser Soze Highlights yes but don't underline ?em Just live for N.O.W
Ha ha, well now, we call this the act of mating But there are several other very important differences Between human beings and animals that you should
[Coughing]
colony I think a wooden clothespin would have been much better company Ass like a donkey actin' funky gave her 'L', now she's a flunky So my love for
Oh, do you let someone Know with your hot cakes are selling well?
you hold a grudge when you can't even hold a job? Should have known butter but you're not corn on the cob I choose to use a song for a weapon not a sword
{Uhh, that was creepy I would rather slurp rancid tuna salad out of my own ass Or scour my boobies off with a rusty S O S pad Or hump a piece of splintered
"A" is for "Apple" "B" is for "Balloons" "C" is for "Crayons" "D" is for "Drum" Like my scrotum here it is in a nutshell One thousand nine hundred and
on this Down on this Yummy Down on this Down on this Down on this Dinner for one I know you got your reservations Starvation like a third world nation So do it for
'em them titties P. S. Mom and Dad this is Chasey Chasey this is my mom and dad Now show 'em them titties Now show 'em them titties Would you fuck me for
I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love. It had been a while