chillin instrumental
• Written by Anonymous
kinda mean like a crow bar
straight to yo jaw
I'm the crow in your
garden Cah Cah Cah
I'm a bad seed
the sap on trees
Sticky icky icky
with the herb called weed
Oh my god
L O L
texts I read on my nextel
oh what the hell
saved by the bell
I'm a lucky guy if you can't tell
devilish grin
cough medicine
jolly rancher and sprite I'm sipping
You're trippin
So I'm dippin
on to the next one
look at my neck son
I'm on my brad pitt
only fuck a bad bitch
angelina jolie turns me
straight savage
nerve you have to compare me to an average
joe got it to blow
dropped four figures
and adopted your hoe
thats how it goes
my african girl white
cuz she like snow
you already know
if you got dough
then I eat it fosho
Pugnacious Pugatch
hits it from the back
hits it from the front
I need a prosthetic
cuz I'm dumb when I stunt
eat through hoes like chewing gum
No I ain't drunk I'm just having fun
a b c
1 2 3
sometimes I rhyme elementary
look at you
look at me
if you between seven and eleven
then its a maybe
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