Drunken Freestyle Lyrics

Drunken Freestyle lyrics

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)