Text písně Preschool Tea Party Massacre: Almost As Cool As Stealing Prosthetic Legs

Almost As Cool As Stealing Prosthetic Legs


Talkin' about them Rollers, Talkin' about them strollers
My nuts are so big that I carry 'em in a stroller
Bitches like "What? Who's that over there?"
Make that bitch act stupid,
Make her shave her hair
Now she's got a baldy,
Walkin' up beside me
Creepin' up on the left
I said "what you ?"
You ain't that major D,
Major bitch, on a leash
That's how I handle mine
Comin'? We goan shine
What you talkin' 'bout, bitch?
Talkin' 'bout them birds, bitch
Talkin' 'bout them birds, bitch
What you talkin' 'bout?
Tryin' talk about some birds,
She's thinkin' she's givin' me some herbs
Suckin' on my dick,
Try and make me feel like I'm goan be sick/
I vomit when I see that hair

Greasy faces every where
Let me see that hair
Bitch, I don't care, it's the Jesus gosple hour
Get your ass in the shower
Get you clean, get you mean, get you on my team
Come on, girl, you don't have to show me that face
Black, white or asian, whatever the race
You can chill with me, you can be family
We can walk up the street m-m-merrily!
Look at us, hand in hand
As soon as you turn away, fuck your sister, anyways,
Next to the further, further on next
Get your ass to beaver, shave it quick then I get rest
Get you to sleep, put you in a car
Take your ass for a ride, don't worry, not too far
We can go down the street to see murder
Murder mo murder mo murder mo murder me

Step up on some bird rap
Gonorrhea bird clap
Some birds are tight sick, while others got the clean snatch
Fat birds, good catch
They cook and clean my shit
If I abuse the clit, and not follow rules
She said "finish on my face"
So, of course, the bitch I laced
With that other taste
Now I'm responsible
Take her home, drop her off, and get on with mine
'Cause I handle mine
Kickin' then tight rhymes
Dirty dirt to Jersey to Barry, whatchu work?
Watch your face, watch your blood fall to the street
Everything I don't need is the thing I will eat
Bin Laden with the Al Queda in Pakistan(pakistan) goes to the streets and drinks crack as he eats
Those Niggas like MOB Deep, back in the day
PTPM, you know we all about hate
We can be together like family, like in Amytville
Get that bitch ass to slip her some little green pills
Besides the proof, why you gotta stand still in the house?
To Bone Concubine, we the sickest Niggas out!
That's right, all you posers can fuck yourself, bitch
Like I said before, "Blast you, straighten yo mouth"
It's not a threat, it's a promise, you shall be never in doubt
Cutting right through, the back of your throat
I'm tripping space and ya'll niggas know just all about
You got the rag wrap on your face, chest like a Down South blue John piece I will bury you far from where the cops will find you
Now your career is over, and no one will sign you
Ha, you trying to rhyme, you better rethink that idea
That's crazier than the Concubine drinking a beer
I'll stab you in the neck with an icepick, then empregnate your wifeyboo chick
PTPM, we own that other shit
PTPM, we own that other shit
Lemme see those titties, bitch, we own that other shit
Ice cream bitch







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