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Genre
Charts
#84,898 today
Peak #62
#52,181 in subgenre
Peak #25
Uploaded
May 22, 2008
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:14
Story behind the song
We were bored and inspired. This is the result.
Lyrics
your mother's so fat, but she's not a prat, because I fucked her with a bat.
In bed she calls me batman, but I'm not a bad man. yoyo
I'm an not a wo-MAN, and I listen to Scatman - JOHN, ski-bo-dop-bo-dop-bo, louder than silent BOB, I got more rhymes than Busta Rhymes, I do no crimes, yo, I'm better than you and your crew, and any cow than goes moo, moo! Got more style than Whinnie the poo! My mother is a MILF, my daugher is a CHILF, BOOM! Yo, you can see I've got flow, cuz I rhyme mo' than JoJo and Bow Wow, yo yo, I'm singing hip hop and my clock goes click clock. I got more money than your pocket money. HA! My honey, nanananana, you're my life. My diamonds go bling bling, and my telephone-song it's ring ring. BITCH! We appear on TV b4 we do a weewee in your mouth, mothertrucker! We were young, we were free, why don't you sleep with me! Hu? Shut up and sleep with me, sleep with me, sleep with me! I ma pe iai em pee, sleep with me! Make it three, you I, and Master P! Duh! Your rhymes get lost in a the fog, and I made you look like CRAZY FROG, ringding ding ding, ring ding ding. I'm too sexy for Milan and Japan! Yeah on the catwork, I do the talk. My chain is worthier than your brain and the game! My trims spin faster than the master of the universe and this is my rhyming verse! I lay on the beach sun tone and you cook in the frying pan and you live with Peter Pan. With this word I don't need work. Yo yo! My sneakers are shining like the sun, you need my rhymes like the flowers need the sun. I change 4 stickers for three ass kickers. Yeh! You're a cheap hoe, and I saw you fuck a sheep! And you sleep with big feet. Your rymes are kilobytes and my rhymes are tentabytes. And it hit you rights in the nights. I'm blue, dabadai! I've got a blue house with a blue window, and you are a hoe. I've got a girlfriend, and she is blue. You're a bad actor and you use max factor. You are Axel F and that's all you left for dead in bed. You are a sell out like bam margera and my rhymes are phatter then Phil margera BITCH! I make a movie with my groovie you're my groupy. The last thing I have to say, is that you are gay.
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