Drunken Freestyle

Artists : CKY : Drunken Freestyle

You can't stop it. if I stop you, I can.
Here comes Jess, the garbage man.
Ooh ahh, I'll page ya on your face
and then I'll place ya,
Inside of my cell room,
where we can fuck you
in the ass with a broom
and a baseball bat,
swing for the reaches.
Swing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitches.
Cut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleed
We used to call pants britches!.
Ha yeah oh no! Yes yo no, Mr. Homo.
All right let's settle down it's time for class and Mr. Robins Brown.
Aw, yeah suckas, gather up!
It's about time you busted a nut!
Bout time you let go,
bout time you found out
retarded people are slow.
But there's more to recite cause
they can't hide their true feelings.
True stealing I'm jumpin' all for you.
Can you feel my card hand dealing?
I'm dealin lucky numbers
And if you're the next one
you might stumble down that
flight of stairs, but I don't care
there ain't no help for you
There ain't no repair you might
end up, make you bleed
You ain't movin, Chrsitopher Reeves.
Oh no! Oh no!

Yo I'm still me, I'm still the same,
I'm still the same I ever been.
I'm still the betta best best
that there ever been
And then I pissed down my throat.
I tried to row a boat, I tried to see
Ryan Gee float but he just can't.
He took off his pants he put
frogs and ants right up his ass.
Creepin' around, he was in a
dream tryin to scheme
to make sure he was ...