Bad Catholic Schoolgirls - SX Rx RnR lyrics

AG = Awesome Gorgeous' lyrics ST = Special T's lyrics chorus- Sex, Drugs, Rock N Roll All we think about and all we know Don't you know that's all we're here for Nothin we give a f** about in this world but Sex, Drugs, Rock N Roll Sex, Drugs, Rock N Roll AG: S.X. R.X. R-n-R p**y and dope and livin like a rockstar I might not have any f**in money But life's still a joke to me - and it's f**in funny Wake up with one of three things on my mind every day Crack my neck, scratch my nutsack and I say, hey Something's missing; Somebody pack me a bowl Or bring me a hoe, or an amp to blow ST: Or all of the above, I can handle 'em all Hittin the bong and the bongos while you s** my balls Okay lookit me, my legs are crooked I don't give a sh** I gots sk**s you cant f** with My rhyme style's cerebral, and I'm palsyin' out Jimmy legs goin' when b**hes go south I drink and smoke and sodomize schoolgirls Bringin tha noize, and I rock your world (ch)x2 ST: They call me Special-T, and my Specialty Is smokin' til I can't see, and drinkin til I pee my pants-come off; but I don't give a f** co*ks so nice you pretty much gotta s** Like a lollypop, How many licks does it take to- ohhh sh**.. Not many I guess cuz I already came But there's still lots of ways that I can please I'll Break out the weed while Awesome Gorge drops the beat AG: Get down, b**h; if you aint down with The way that Special T and Awesome Gorgeous rock sh** I ain't really a rockstar, I don't even own a car But I smash guitars and get smashed in bars Like Keith Morris said, I Just Want Some Skank But I blacked out, and woke up in the drunk tank Again, got damn, that wasn't the plan But I don't give a f** tonight I'll do it all again (ch) x 2 ST: SX RX R-n-R Hot girls, hard d**, and air guitars AG: Poppin' E, railin' coke out the crack of your mom's arse With more nose cauterizations and drinkin charges Than Whitney Houston; I rock the hardest Wanna step to me, don't even get me started You're retarded. BCS f**in like to get wrecked Shootin up, like this was Virginia Tech ST: I smoke crack rocks and I'll f**in have s** With anything that moves, I'm f**ed in the head On second thought; I'm even down with f**in the dead Choppin off heads and f**in the hole in your neck Don't give a f** that's how we roll, in BCS Our crew's full of psychos, and schizophrenics AG: We ain't down with you clowns unless you're crazy too My nostrils are clogged up with model airplane glue ST: If you don't like our music than we're f**in rapin' you Cuttin out your organs and penetratin' the wounds AG: If you ain't down with our sound that's okay, we f**in' hate you too ST: Darker than Slayer, more evil than Satan too We're like heathens, f** that we're like demons AG: And there's just three things that keep our black hearts beatin St ...(oh yeah? what's that?) (chorus)