Of course i have new motivations for staying slim and georgous, you see i recently got married, i hope that means you are wishing me well and not congratulations
waiting for somebody To pick up my stroll Well don't waste time Give me the sign Tell me how you wanna roll I want somebody to speed it up for me Then
that talk I won't be involved That's my word See I'm not the one They got me confused They got me messed up Don't you think I've had enough? When it
macks hair-drum, huh Platinum, until my bread come, so she can try to sue me and do me Like they did my man Num, my baby mamma The typical groupie, she watch me
Religion song can make your life complete Prepare for rejection You'll get no direction from me You'll get no direction from me You'll get no direction from me
(haha) Like I just started givin' a fuck what you really think about me See the thing about me Is you don't really know a thing about me Everyone's makin' a stink about me
hate you more and more Throw down the cardboard Let's break dance if you think you're hardcore I guess it's time for you to hate me again Let's begin, now hand me
broad axe rock a freaky jason mask that you can barely see me through spit a thousand volts out my cheeks like pikachu smell me, basically it ain't shit so you could tell me
, you on me Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake One mistake, blaow, start a earthquake Fuck them niggaz, them niggaz dust to me And if I knock Cyrus
lotta what I gotta, that'll be what I got So step to me or D.M.C. and it'll be in your heart Now ease up, back off the bozack, you know that you bite You think you're doin' me
sucked by Madonna Sticking piped in your ass until you stop the free style drama I pioneered this shit, you keep sucking dick Your girl's in the crowd, hawking me
People make me nervous Pretty soon they'll leave me alone Free and freaky in the USA My sister went to war She tied a guy up on a leash I think about
friend that's true Is there for me Respect is due They care for me Should I be down Or even out They're next to me Hey [Chorus Out - JR. Gong] Your
it, just to get dirty dirty Give me that liquor liquor, make me talk slurry slurry Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside [Chorus] Get me all weak
comes to me And tells me of her dreams With no attempts to shovel the glimpse Into the ditch of what each one means At times I think there are no words
of my gun Was a query mark of cordite Well, I spun to the left, I spun to the right And I spun to the left again Fear me, fear me, fear me But no one
Madonna hit the road Don't preach to me, we're not backin' you Don't preach to me, we really won't care Don't preach to me, you're so self-righteous