(In my minds eye ). you throw wickedness at me. im just a toy to you. i bring no real joy to you. the way i see it, you dont want me here no more. you want a hole in my forehead.
Do another one here.....this is my version of Jimmy Buffett's Magaritaville. Little different tho we had to bring it to the '90s you know...somewhat. It's now called Marijuanaville goes like this..
Love Song. . "Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk. I hope you're with your bitch. 'cause it's time to get cozy with the ICP. So wind back with a sparkling glass of Faygo.
Welcome... to the Madhouse.... Here ghost wail and moan. Skeletons rattle trying to escape there prisoning coffins (Wicked Shit). Grimlins and skulls gasp a death (ICP Tech N9ne).
He he he. Oh shit he's here. Hi. Hi ya doing. Is this the right place for that furniture ahh. Yeah sure is come on in. Pretty nice place you got here cobwebs are a nice touch so that's the couch eh.
Mad Professor. . (Violent J). I was never popular, this I'll admit, fuck school never liked me, Goo!. All the kids would always beat me, until I'm half-dead.
This is a tale of misplaced love. A tale of a man searching for that misplaced love in all the. Wrong places and how he gets his heart ripped out of his chest and.
Spittin and cussin you know Im pissed, with these iron braclets on my fuckin. wrists,. And Im headed for the county, with all of you mother fuckers all around me,.
Find your missing link. (Find the light). Find your missing link. (Find the light). Find your missing link. (Find the light). Find your missing link. (Find the light).
I'll ride a fucking pogo stick all over your face. With Shaggy on my shoulders adding to the weight. . We like it like that, fuck you. We like it like that, so fuck y'all.
Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about?. Well, I've heard about those parties, they're immoral. Mr. Jackson, I thought you were respectable gentlemen.
Um, Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about? Well, I've heard about. Those parties, they're immoral. Mr.. Jackson I. Thought you were a respectable gentleman...".
ain't nobody jealous. everybody has they own. nobody locked up. everybody. everybody is free to roam. look at that scrubby (jus chillin). wit a hottie on his side.
Waking up to a little baby crying. Mom's yelling 'cause pop's got his fists flying. It's nine in the morning and he's drunk. One day, I feel that I'm gonna shoot that punk.
Kill Me! Whut! Mutha Facku! Murder Murder!. Whut! I Can't Wait To Die! Please Murder My Mother Fuckin` Ass Off!. Bring It! Cause I`m Goin To Shangri-la.
ain't nobody jealous. everybody has they own. nobody locked up. everybody. everybody is free to roam. look at that scrubby (jus chillin). wit a hottie on his side.
Kottonmouth Kings, Insane Clown Posse!!. . When I get to California.... (It's on!!). When I get there.... (Suburban Noize!!). When I get to California....
I'm sick of this bull shit. All these bitches thinking they're the fuckin' whip just 'cause they got a neden. Fuck yer neden bitch!. That's right an don't call me sexist 'cause I ain't sexist.
I'm sick of this bullshit. All these bitches thinking they're the fuckin whip. just 'cause they got a neden. Fuck yer neden bitch!. That's right and don't call me sex'est 'cause I aint sex'est.