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Pull Your Sick Bag Out

Sideshow Brian

The Wackness

31.01.2016

26

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Intro] Pull your sick bag out, because this, is fucking needed... (We blended up children, swag) [Verse 1: Sideshow Brian] Started thinking about a normal life The type of life that doesn't involve wrists or knives The type of life that has your wife beating you with a rusty pipe The type of life that has your wife beating you with a rusty pipe It doesn't sound good but that's a regular relationship The one that has you beat up and let down by all the Xanie trips Snorting up recyclable, papers printed residuals I am legend, the only pedestrian circled in individuals From the minds that brought you the Versailles treaty Catch you up on Rap Genius, burning after reading Fire in the middle of a forrest ridden with a drought I am the contortionist, shoving limbs in every spout Hook you up to a sprinkler and dance around in the bloody rain They say I'm majorly retarded, but I'm a major pain Catch me up on animal planet picking bitches scalps for lice A little chocolate sprinkle for my fucking vanilla ice They say I'm nutty, I guess I'm a little pecan Cash flow, cash it, oh, where'd my fucking money go? (Huh?) Blended up children, swag I punch her in the stomach, I ain't out to be a dad This the only life I have Dale, where you at dude? I need another clue Because the only thing I got now is dirty sketcher shoes Obama wanted change so I'm fucking dropping dimes I got the scythe, human crops, I think it's fucking harvest time When the sling blade works in ways that's so wicked We all, (die, die, die, die, die die!) [Hook] x4 We blended up children, swag [Verse 2: Dale Nasty] Pull your sick bag out when you smell my chair All the bitches puke when they see my pubic hair I've been fucking bitches since the first day of day care They all line up when they see me playing four square Racing in my wheelchair, legs go around Hoof a bitch in the cunt, knock her ass on the ground Running over her face no one hears a sound You can't hit a cripple, that's out of bounds Don't got a phone, Dustin won't trust me Dustin is crusty, my momma smells musty My name's Dale Nasty, and all the bitches love me! [Hook] x4 We blended up children, swag
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