Im back, blowin up like the World Trade
Throw your hands in the air while the music plays
Comin live and direct from Dimension X
Where bitches bleed all day with no Kotex
Broke necks
Mind checks
Seranaded with these beats
How deep?
About a hundred and fifty-two feet
Dont sleep
Cause the boogyman will steal your soul
And have you strung out on remote control
And now your mind is broken and you feel pain
What you call sanitys what I call insane
I said your mind is broken and you feel pain
What you call sanitys what I call insane
My minds flippin on alcohol
Tylenol
And marijuana
Still I eat the rhythm alive like a piranaha
Now Madonna done fucked everybody but me
But I heard she got the clap (awwww!!)
Pass me a Newport, it could be a light
Image is nothing so Ima drink me a Sprite
Tonights the night
But my name aint Betty Wright
Its Mr. Bones
And aggrivating hoes please leave me alone
Im on my own
In my little fucked up world
And I aint got time for silly games little girl
Cause Im tryin to be me
And thats all I can be
And if you see more, you best a-go and join the Army
Arm me
With the lyrics and rhythms that I be spittin
I seen it through your panties it was written on your kitten
Smellin like chicken
But finger-lickin
Nonetheless
And for my big Johnson, I got the propholactic vest
So I wont bust no bulky shot
Cause thats highly illogical like Mr. Spock
And I aint tryin to be a father any time soon
And we only got one hour left in the motel room
But thats enough time for me to hit the skin
I can tell you want it baby, by the way that you grin
Let me fondle on your breasts
As we both undress
And if you let me, Ima bust a nut all up on your chest
Bend over let me catch the rhythm as ya moan
I love it when you tighten up and try to touch your toes
As my dick smashes
Crashes
What a disaster
Clit pleaser, call me the Thigh-Master
Cause I got a black belt in the art of Wo-Tongue-Fu
Let me lick on your vagina as you holler at the moon
Now mengo, mango
Me and Tisha did the tango
But little did I know my girl was looking through the window
Now what was I to do, throw that bitch out in the street
Fucked up hair, no panties, and bare feet
Two...keep on fuckin like aint shit up
Because a couple more strokes and Ima bust that nut
Three...play it cool, let the shit unfold
Calmly get dressed and say, "fuck both of yall hoes."
Woke up in the backseat of a ride
Tangled in the seatbelt, smellin like peroxide
Blood keeps gushin from the side of my head
And I wonder to myself am I alive or dead
Reach for my dick, oh my God, I hope she didnt chop it
Try to play the lunatic like Lorena Bobbit
All up in the place, confused and distraught
She took back the new Polo shoes that she bought
She tried to play me out with a fucked up scheme
And then I blinked my eyes and woke from my bad dream
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