Drunken Freestyle Lyrics - Volume 2 - Cky

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...(fade out)