Story Behind the Song
These people would like to tell you about their raw situation.
Lyrics
They call me the
cold
russian
fucker.
I tell you how it is,
I break into your house,
then fuck your mammas tits.
The community thinks I'm a jerk
to me it's all the same
I'm a big time rappa with a lazer zappa
I'll have her home at ten
I'm fuckin lou - what? - lou - what? the moody stomper - yea!
I walk the beat, and not my meat,
bein' the baddest homophobic in the Chicago police. It's so hard, to be this bad, so what if I get my meat sucked by the occasional stag - that bathouse is clean, healthboard ordained! if it wasn't for people like me, no-one would be this way
I got blowjobs for sale to the highest bidder, just write me a check,
i'll put my dick in your mouth
1300 dollars is all it'll take
and i'll fill up your throat like a man made lake
man, woman, old lady or child, if you've got the money I'll drive you wild,
just open up your mouth and try to smile,
you're gonna have to breath through your nose for a while
like floyd
crazy like pink floyd
even on your next of kin, I'm gonna lick your wrinkled skin
this shit's about to begin cause once I'm gonna lick your wrinkled skin.
divorced your dad, i'm the best you had,
this ain't no fad
i'm fuckin mad
so don't say no
cause i'm ready to go
you stank ass ho
i love you mom.
"hahahaha yeaaaa. yea!"
hey ladies
yea?
my babies
yea?
i got the dick small shitty mercedes
yeaaaaa.
hey fuck you,
go blow it.
you take a second to lose
i take a second to smooze
and fuck your shitty asshole
then poke it with my gaspole
get out loser!
get out of my house!
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!
FUCK NO!
God damn you!
i'm sick of your shit,
i'm sick of your fucking shit!
note: there's more
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i'm sick of typing,
just listen to this song it's good
lots of different parts, etc..
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