Drunken Freestyle lyrics

Artist  : Cky 
Song : Drunken Freestyle



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 You can’t stop it if I stop you I can

Here
comes jess, the garbage man

Ooh ahh, I’ll
page ya on your face and then I’ll place ya

Inside of my cell room, where we can fuck you
in the ass with a broom

And a baseball bat,
swing for the reaches

Swing for the hi-ho
hi-lo bitches

Cut my toenail, left in
stitches, we bleed

We used to call pants
britches!



Ha yeah oh no! yes yo no
mr. homo

All right let’s settle down
it’s time for class and mr. robins brown

Aw, yeah suckas, gather up! it’s about time
you busted a nut!

’bout time you let go,
bout time

You found out retarded people are
slow

But there’s more to recite cause they
can’t hide their true feelings

True
stealing I’m jumpin’ all for you

Can
you feel my card hand dealing? I’m dealin lucky
numbers

And if you’re the next one you
might stumble down that

Flight of stairs,
but I don’t care there ain’t no help for
you

There ain’t no repair you might end
up make you bleed

You ain’t movin,
chrsitopher reeves oh no! oh no!



Yo
I’m still me, I’m still the same, I’m still
the same I ever been

I’m still the betta
best best that there ever been

And then I
pissed down my throat I tried to row a boat

I tried to see ryan gee float but he just
can’t

He took off his pants he put frogs
and ants right up his ass

Creepin’
around, he was in a dream tryin to scheme

To make sure he was...(fade out)