Intro: What you got to do with it? What the fuck you talkin about? What the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid? Did you see that
Rico was a short man Wants to live with a long haired girl in Cosa Meda Rip off fruit stands during the getaway She will drive the Vespa He's gonna buy
smile and he asked me for a smoke and some change a cigarette was all i had to give i sat around watching cars thinking stupid fucking thoughts about my friends and my girl
train Slip a tab and mushrooms in my coffee With half a forty Feel like the wall's moving towards me Ya, till I die from old age I'll be pulling girls
Luna Lunapark "Slide" You can never give The finger to the blind Sometimes I act so stupid But you never seem to mind That's no way to be Laughing at
here Maybe I should mutter this under my breath But honey I think love scared us to death Opposites subtract Smoke out, ghost lovers, burn down the zero house We're so stupid
Kristin: there was a girl named pike. Pike was different from the other kids in some ways. She had huge yellow teeth which jutted out from her face, Particularly
you here girl, go away There's no home for you here Waking up for breakfast Burning matches Talking quietly Breaking baubles Throwing garbage Drinking soda Looking happy Taking pictures So completely stupid
can't smoke - watup stevie, watup light, ima twist 3 up for you, ya we get dumb-stupid ass high over here man, my niggas smokin garbage i'm rollin me
clone tryin to be Jay-Z but that ain't easy You people ain't stupid, so don't fall for it They make a livin off of garbage, 'cause we support it You fuckin
exactly. With a backspin, and the fat laces, Gazelle glasses, chase rap daily. Rickety Rackety, this city fit my style exactly. Near the train tracks, in the garbage
dope I formulate how I set sail Whether direct or retail I prevail on tracks A few bars deep and bizarro on scratch (Ah, yeah) Borrow from a batch of, let's say, garbage
fool that's rapping about what in the bullet do you It sounds like a ballerina wearing a forested pink tutu While you stealing ideas a got people wanting to sue you We was with you girl
I'm the boss I just wanna get that across Man even my Dentist hates when I floss Pull up to the club in a Pinto likes it's a Porsche Garbage bag on one
the trees Feel good as we flippin through the Robb Repo't My baby momma ain't trippin on child suppo't [DJ Quik] Because she can't support that garbage
Wayback Machine like a ghost. And I won't be like, ?How come you don't post??? I promise I won't. I hate your blog. Your recipe for vegan eggnog is stupid