You say that I hang out all night, that's okay,
'Cause you drink all muthafuckin' day
You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom,
Raise another brew to your face with you
Swollen palm
Then you come in my room talkin' crazy shit
Sayin' I'm high, I'm on dope and I better quit
Muthafucka, if I was high you would die,
Hit my mom once more and it's bye-bye
[Chorus:]
Who are you tryin' to judge me ?
Get the fuck out my face
Who put you so above me ?
Clear the fuck out my space
You say that I want sex all the time
That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind
Well that's right I want sex all the time
That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind
Well that's right I want sex every minute,
Every hour of the day,
Of the week, all the muthafuckin' time
But hold up who are you tryin' to talk shit,
You'll hit your knees suckin' dick with a quickness
In the park, dark, car, grass, lickin' nuts,
Suckin' butt,
With your tongue up my fuckin' ass,
[Chorus]
Get the fuck out my face
Yeah
[Chorus]
You need to stay the fuck out my face
Stay the fuck out my got damnned face
Текст песни Body Count Who Are You
Текст добавил Jetboy 6.9.2016 0:37
Исправлять тексты могут только зарегистрированные пользователи
Поделиться текстом
Комментарии к тексту:
Оставлять сообщения могут только зарегистированные пользователи.
Войти на сайт или
Тексты Body Count
- A Statistic
- Body Count
- Body Count Anthem
- Body Count's In The House
- Body M/F Count
- Bowels Of The Devil
- Cop Killer
- Evil Dick
- Here Goes The Neighborhood
- Killin' Floor
- KKK Bitch
- Masters Of Revenege
- Momma's Gotta Die Tonight
- Now Sports
- Oprah
- Out In The Parking Lot
- Smoked Pork
- The Real Problem
- The Winners Loses
- Voodooo
- Все тексты Body Count