Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb Woof down the beer a??(click!)a?? Hi I'm your video DJ I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes
is bursting with flame Her tits are on fire, I don't know her name Tick-tits, tick-tits Tick-tits, tick-tits I love tick-tits, tick-tits Tick-tits,
to peep out the privates The live shit, you know how loose I get I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit Plump cherry lips, medium tits
thing that you can recall And when they pulled you out You didn't know your name Exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame... You met Jane four
or fucked up Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name Assed out in the bleachers stay shittin on the game I suppose what you're spittin is flames, cowards
Sniffing a Thai eighth and five lines Five nines, hit you five times I'll rise from the grave seven days after I die to spit flames Spit fireballs, spit
I sit at home and watch TV Tits and games are boring me The only show I like to see True life - Reality Rear-end collision in the highway fog This news
Do you remember how it was when you bled? When you loved and burned in those flames that you've kept Because Vesta's long been sleeping And now you've
I, buck for heads I even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds [C-Town:] I stay sweatin out a bitch perm I love it when a girl ass is fat and they tits firm
W Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in All my niggas take a toke off this
dust moves [El-P] Please I got the schematics of the building on brain Bought 'em off disgruntled janitors lookin to make a change So fame turns to flames
Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb Woof down the beer [click!] Hi I'm your video DJ I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes I wear
they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin' for stackage Get brains from the attic, keep blingin' with karats Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames
this bubonic cuts, that other shit is high [Legit] Fuck what you talkin about, throw me that childproof lighter [Forty] Oh youse a smoker huh? Then go on and flame
up Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name Assed out in the bleachers stay shittin on the game I suppose what you're spittin is flames, cowards Know
[Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles] Hahahaha... Y'all know the rep, yeah, listen My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin flame And kill for
flames to find you're made of Plastic You get your Ass whipped, like donkeys to discipline You SUCK, you've been harassing your mother for sip her tits