! Who spilt my beer? Who spilt my beer? I'm asking you to tell the truth, who spilt my beer? [2x] Come on in, let's go buy me a beer! Who spilt my beer
something But my cell phone started to ring Now who could be callin' me? Well I checked my caller ID It was just cousin Larry callin' For the third time today My
(Devin) Walk up in da session wit my dick in my hand Fat sweet in my mouth,a 24 ounce can Got no time for all that yesterday, he say, she say Pull out
and pour 6 feet of gravel on top of me And all my playaz go to wakes, so the next nigga can take my place And try to invade my space Make enemies search
Must devise the destruction of starks' mighty guardian, Ironman Yo, summer time holdin' the 9, split the Vega in half Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff
hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My
zone with the metronome clone to dome split it When I joke around like zog, rename them is like fog I can flow digital, though my style is analog I, base my
chiselled body of Kim Beazley My theory is, never touch the mic quite serious A kid goes out on dates later than their next period My crews got it made
Kathleen Carpenter Recently divorced But remorse I felt, remorse I had It clung into every thing From the raven's hair upon my head To the feathers on my wings Remorse squeezed my
My Parents Split And Left The Home They Left Me All Alone To Fend For My Own In The Ohio Home There Was A Hitchhiker Thumbing For A Ride I Stopped My
a beer til im pissy in my belly big as missy elliot (EEEEEE!) I'm so depressed plus overstressed wanna rap so hard im obsessed sometimes i wanna cock my
the shit to pop I'd do anything to say I got it Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket Before anybody wanted K-West beats Me and my girl split the buffet
Swel Boogie + Q-Unique] WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE? Don't worry now just take your time You have your water, your wife, plus three life lines WHO WANTS
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers My career is based on guns, throwin' cats in wheelchairs Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor Who try to front
my child smile To increase my chance, fertilize my side of the family branch As my flows enhance the relationship of romance Women get stuck in the trance, brothers dig my
shakespeare When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers My career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
up, hold ya cup Up, let the Alize fill them up Thug passion, love passion, niggaz, who be actin'? Grey Goose, cranberry juice Absolut for those who can
