Cky2k 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, Christopher 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)