"teabag ( feat. chikN greez )" genre: Hip Hop
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	CD: Another Taste Of......   Label: Cheesetoast Records
	Lyrics verse 1 (poop-E): I'm like this and you like that, see me jump kuz im fat, crazy incredable leftover meat sandwich, from the other day but you can't handle this, kuz i stank im really really rank, stuck my head in a fishtank, stanky muffin aint it somethin, this hole in my shoe came from nothin, do you mind if i change the channel, swinging off a fat mans love handles, straight off the streets with them hard beats, you can't compete cuz im on both my feet, taunted it flaunted it, because you knew that i wanted it, but im speakin it reachin it, sooner or later ima be teachin it chorus: drop the teabag, into the water, into the water, into the water verse 2 (chikN greez): Watch me fly im sky high, put it together and make a pie, underneath the water deep in the ocean, with this notion i'd be faster with lotion, my name is chikN greez and if you please, you can cover my nose while i sneeze, if you dont then get out, cuz if you wont i'll put my foot in your mouth, just like that crazy super flying style living in a pile of trash, but i still smile and laugh, cuz i think it's kinda funny, getting in the game just to make some money, i do this for free me and poop-E, livin on the streets is just what we need, ping pong fuji monsta skeeton and al, aint no way you can take us out now chorus: drop the teabag, into the water, into the water, into the water verse 3 (poop-E & chikN greez): Me and poop-E are on the scene Comin out like the color green If you fall down i'll try to catch you A piece of cheese i sneeze achoo, but the singing blue isn't what you thought you knew I try to fly im a ghost boo Licking lemons on the floor Step to us and you'll get some more, cuz the crazy super flying butt monkies with paintball guns and yellow feet Are to smooth you can't compete Just like us we love to rush All you people can't get enough So we step on toes and throw elbows, dont you know we like to flow This aint a joke turn you into smoke, then give your eye a poke chorus: drop the teabag, into the water, into the water, into the water

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