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Uh, get silly with the mad-libs
I'm bad shit, so whack, and her ass drip
Bitches wet, really wet, really want a fat dick
So she pulled my pants down, look at that shit (Oh my god!)
I can beat the Nascar 300
With a big ol' butt bitch on my left hand side
The wheels stay fucking fat and not wide
Ask Dale, he was souping up my ivy in the ride
Getting live to the bass boom jive
With the silicone death up on Mulholland Drive
Eastside, still killing like a drive-by
Cyanide pride written right up on the side
We're the mustaches and the cool sunglasses
That the Beatles started wearing when they started doing acid
Y'all hoes wanna know what the truth is?
We don't give a fuck and we still keep it ruthless
Shimmy rock, and the shots don't stop
Super soaker water gun and it's got a folding stock
Getting sprayed in your face and kicked in your mouth
I'm from the dirty south, what you pissed off about?
I can turn your head into mashed potatoes
Take a sledgehammer fucking mash in the pavement
How many times do I have to say it?
Everybody jump to the sound as we play it
Get live to the bass boom jive
Gonna live our lives like it's 1995
Hold up, we the killas from the Eastside
Stepping in stride, play it low like a b-side
Keep it cool cause we living like Manson
6 feet deep in the cemetery dancing
Y'all hoes wanna know what the truth is?
We don't give a fuck and we still keep it ruthless
Pass a note saying you can call me later
Anything works, don't call me alligator
Cause you'll see a tard smirk
Eating raw meat with the same teeth
That your mom slides her tongue around on every week
Braggadocios, I sailed the seven oceans
On the Titanic and I'm driving the boat bitch
Shit I'm sick from the motion, someone hand me a Motrin
I need a little more, so the whiskey, I pour it (Hey!)
Call me goat, got a furry ass chin
Do a sweet karate spin, kick you right into your shit
You're a little ass bitch so I'm tagging on the nips of your tits
Just the mother fuckin tip, I never miss, bitch
In the room, in my backyard we wrestle
Choke slam your little sister in the thumbtacks and pebbles
With a Swanton Bomb coming from the top rope
Landed on your fucking head, think your neck just broke
Pump
Getting live to the bass boom jive
With the silicone death up on Mulholland Drive
Eastside, still killing like a drive-by
Cyanide pride written right up on the side
We're the mustaches and the cool sunglasses
That the Beatles started wearing when they started doing acid
Y'all hoes wanna know what the truth is?
We don't give a fuck and we still keep it ruthless
Get live to the bass boom jive
Gonna live our lives like it's 1995
Hold up, we the killas from the Eastside
Stepping in stride, play it low like a b-side
Keep it cool cause we living like Manson
6 feet deep in the cemetery dancing
Y'all hoes wanna know what the truth is?
We don't give a fuck and we still keep it ruthless
I'm bad shit, so whack, and her ass drip
Bitches wet, really wet, really want a fat dick
So she pulled my pants down, look at that shit (Oh my god!)
I can beat the Nascar 300
With a big ol' butt bitch on my left hand side
The wheels stay fucking fat and not wide
Ask Dale, he was souping up my ivy in the ride
Getting live to the bass boom jive
With the silicone death up on Mulholland Drive
Eastside, still killing like a drive-by
Cyanide pride written right up on the side
We're the mustaches and the cool sunglasses
That the Beatles started wearing when they started doing acid
Y'all hoes wanna know what the truth is?
We don't give a fuck and we still keep it ruthless
Shimmy rock, and the shots don't stop
Super soaker water gun and it's got a folding stock
Getting sprayed in your face and kicked in your mouth
I'm from the dirty south, what you pissed off about?
I can turn your head into mashed potatoes
Take a sledgehammer fucking mash in the pavement
How many times do I have to say it?
Everybody jump to the sound as we play it
Get live to the bass boom jive
Gonna live our lives like it's 1995
Hold up, we the killas from the Eastside
Stepping in stride, play it low like a b-side
Keep it cool cause we living like Manson
6 feet deep in the cemetery dancing
Y'all hoes wanna know what the truth is?
We don't give a fuck and we still keep it ruthless
Pass a note saying you can call me later
Anything works, don't call me alligator
Cause you'll see a tard smirk
Eating raw meat with the same teeth
That your mom slides her tongue around on every week
Braggadocios, I sailed the seven oceans
On the Titanic and I'm driving the boat bitch
Shit I'm sick from the motion, someone hand me a Motrin
I need a little more, so the whiskey, I pour it (Hey!)
Call me goat, got a furry ass chin
Do a sweet karate spin, kick you right into your shit
You're a little ass bitch so I'm tagging on the nips of your tits
Just the mother fuckin tip, I never miss, bitch
In the room, in my backyard we wrestle
Choke slam your little sister in the thumbtacks and pebbles
With a Swanton Bomb coming from the top rope
Landed on your fucking head, think your neck just broke
Pump
Getting live to the bass boom jive
With the silicone death up on Mulholland Drive
Eastside, still killing like a drive-by
Cyanide pride written right up on the side
We're the mustaches and the cool sunglasses
That the Beatles started wearing when they started doing acid
Y'all hoes wanna know what the truth is?
We don't give a fuck and we still keep it ruthless
Get live to the bass boom jive
Gonna live our lives like it's 1995
Hold up, we the killas from the Eastside
Stepping in stride, play it low like a b-side
Keep it cool cause we living like Manson
6 feet deep in the cemetery dancing
Y'all hoes wanna know what the truth is?
We don't give a fuck and we still keep it ruthless
Credits
Writer(s): Brin Boner
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