Can't we just all get along?
I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a wrestling geek on the scene
I used to have the tre' duce
And the duce duce in my bubblegoose
Now i got the thread all up in my head
Eye's looking red, Counting replies till i'm dead.
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?"
And can i bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get banned
But i open up another can,
of whoopass in rants.
'Cause motha fuckas wanna spam.
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and barkin' at posters like i was duck huntin'
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is.
Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
...in rants.
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Last edited by Cloverleaf : 09-24-2012 at 11:07 AM.
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Can't we just all get along?
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