Sins On Yom Kippur Songtext
von Ryan Carter
Sins On Yom Kippur Songtext
The modern day world is terrible, just horrible
When I hit the streets today, they robbed me of my fucking marbles
Then they ran me over, totally by accident
Recover, recouping, bruised pride and broke dick
Will this be available online? Yep, surely will
But I ain′t in no beef like that dude named Meek Mill
Inticing a fight each day, leads to foul play
Okay, now I'm hauling ass down the hallway
Chased by 3 trannys, 5 midgets, and 4 donkeys
Ghetto-trap hotel clerk lookin like Haddaway
I gotta get the fuck, like Drama say (AYOY!)
You know I like to say "no, that′s too risky"
All day everyday, turn down fun shit the quick way
Tryna convince the Wolf to take a sick day
But he ain't got shit to say drinking Ocean Spray (OH SHIT!)
Bunch of chumps, a fucking rag tag bunch
In school, they stole my money, farted in my bagged lunch
Took my head, put it in the urinal, then swish
I wrote this song with my own shit
If my balls fit, suck 'em and lick ′em low
Still don′t like me? grab my buttocks and kiss em slow
Start a little tussle bro, a scuffle yo
Prevent Zika, let the bug spray flow
Her googly boobies, my dick spit a loogie
The radio's on - D.L. Hughley
You don′t listen, I might judge you like Judy
Over in Israel, having lunch at Sambooki
Leaking sperm drops, that's where I came from
Thanks pops! I gotta give
That stranger some props
I banged ya sister, got every inch of my pricker
Writer for hire, if you admire my sound
Make sure the price is right
Before I come on down!
Cussing people out like: "You, you, you"
Forgot who I′m talking too, too much Caillou
Every year I come out with something new
Blow the whole world up like: "What this button do?"
Run 'em & gun ′em like I do in GTA fool
The way I record songs, damn near unnatural
"Been Around The World" Lisa Stansfield sample
Get a headache, might take gel capsule
Humped a pro at the chapel, paid her with an apple
First thing they notice years later is the spoof songs
Then they start remembering the kid with the compass on
In came me just to get jeered, "Hi, there"
Been doing this since '08, a fine year
Sure my hair feels like Brillo pad
Y'all know your racists, so don′t feel so bad
Fellacio from the "old bag", upgraded to the "old hag"
Once was a winner, but not a swimmer since the ballsacks
Okay now, pay me through PayPal
Shipping and handlings free, okay "Corael!"
That rhyme sucked, it made me say "Ow"
Maybe I should go, take a bow. NOW!
When I hit the streets today, they robbed me of my fucking marbles
Then they ran me over, totally by accident
Recover, recouping, bruised pride and broke dick
Will this be available online? Yep, surely will
But I ain′t in no beef like that dude named Meek Mill
Inticing a fight each day, leads to foul play
Okay, now I'm hauling ass down the hallway
Chased by 3 trannys, 5 midgets, and 4 donkeys
Ghetto-trap hotel clerk lookin like Haddaway
I gotta get the fuck, like Drama say (AYOY!)
You know I like to say "no, that′s too risky"
All day everyday, turn down fun shit the quick way
Tryna convince the Wolf to take a sick day
But he ain't got shit to say drinking Ocean Spray (OH SHIT!)
Bunch of chumps, a fucking rag tag bunch
In school, they stole my money, farted in my bagged lunch
Took my head, put it in the urinal, then swish
I wrote this song with my own shit
If my balls fit, suck 'em and lick ′em low
Still don′t like me? grab my buttocks and kiss em slow
Start a little tussle bro, a scuffle yo
Prevent Zika, let the bug spray flow
Her googly boobies, my dick spit a loogie
The radio's on - D.L. Hughley
You don′t listen, I might judge you like Judy
Over in Israel, having lunch at Sambooki
Leaking sperm drops, that's where I came from
Thanks pops! I gotta give
That stranger some props
I banged ya sister, got every inch of my pricker
Writer for hire, if you admire my sound
Make sure the price is right
Before I come on down!
Cussing people out like: "You, you, you"
Forgot who I′m talking too, too much Caillou
Every year I come out with something new
Blow the whole world up like: "What this button do?"
Run 'em & gun ′em like I do in GTA fool
The way I record songs, damn near unnatural
"Been Around The World" Lisa Stansfield sample
Get a headache, might take gel capsule
Humped a pro at the chapel, paid her with an apple
First thing they notice years later is the spoof songs
Then they start remembering the kid with the compass on
In came me just to get jeered, "Hi, there"
Been doing this since '08, a fine year
Sure my hair feels like Brillo pad
Y'all know your racists, so don′t feel so bad
Fellacio from the "old bag", upgraded to the "old hag"
Once was a winner, but not a swimmer since the ballsacks
Okay now, pay me through PayPal
Shipping and handlings free, okay "Corael!"
That rhyme sucked, it made me say "Ow"
Maybe I should go, take a bow. NOW!
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