Circumcision Proposition - Dream Journal Pt.1 lyrics

[Verse 1:Tory Kipple] "Got Billy Spitz on the track he's back from Japan for a limited time so b**h spread your lips and let him come in He's about to dump a load on your face for his opening act His semen acts as acid it'll burn right through the Trojan he wrapped I suggest that you stay the f** away from the me Or I'll stab you in your gooch with my dick so you can take number 3's im Mr. Clean And i'm coming to bleach your new hole With Albert Pujols new wooden bat I double dipped in menudo Your a strudel that I just toasted in this b**h With one eurythmic flip of the switch while spittin' this sh** Don't get it twisted Mr. Mischief we the clan, of nudist's, not the ku klux and we naked in the van" [Verse 2: Billy Spitz] "bu*t a** naked, pants around my f**in ankles A fist full of condoms and too much imagination My current situation has me needing a vacation With the money ive been makin' and the booty's i've been spankin' I need to just relax and have a god damn conversation A gla** of fine scotch and intensive masturbation nah'm sayin? But f** it, i'ma just keep doin what i'm doin f**ing hoochie mamas skinny dipping in lagoons Pretty soon there'll be a part two And you'll turn on your tv and you'll see us on the news (Tory Kipple:"On the news?") On the news or maybe in Cancun, anyways check it I've got a desk full of paperwork I'm super pissed off and I might just let my anger burst I wanna kick a child's leg until his f**in ankle hurts, i'm dirty Like f**ing a chick with a herpe clit and swollen an*l warts, i'm flirty One wink at a b**h she'll be lickin my dick and that's really all that I came here for, really all that I came here for" [Verse 3: Tory Kipple] "You f**in who*e i'm bumpin waka flocka in my choppa flying over Compton with a Rastafari cop from Bosnia and Herzegovina Thinkin bout sailin' the Nina, Pinta, Santa Maria in Oceania by New Zealand I gotta sew some linen with John Lennon with some older b**hes cooking in the kitchen for the presidential dinner With some other white fool rippin sh** like a f**in newborn kitten playing in his litter box with some mittens" [Verse 4: Billy Spitz] "Head turnin' top spinnin' cooking top ramen with hot women, hot boxing a box car with the top missin Stop trippin, slippin in snow skin's frostbitten Oh no! Meow Meow go, some lost kittens Deja vu black cats can't spot difference Oh crikey Steve Irwin crock reference, stop children cross dressing Jesus Christ i'm on so much c**aine I won't sleep tonight I'm the type to convince you to leave your wife Just so I could come in there and treat her right Heard she s** a good dick I wanna see it live Billy's willy in her throat straight up squeezing pipes, god damn!" [Verse 5: Tory Kipple] "Open up your Dream Journal, everything seems normal even when i'm smoking sherm sticks with perm wigs on me Like Sir Topham Hatt needed that back in the day when he was running train stations for over minimum wage So turn the f**in page while your mind's lost in a haze While your watchin co*ks in a cage fight for co*k blocking Orangutans in a tank of paint With a couple of faded saints looking over the list of names who won't make it on judgement day." [Tory & Billy] "Hey little girl where's your dream journal? Hey little boy where's your dream journal? Hey mom and dad, where's your dream journal? Hey motherf**ers open up your dream journal! Dream Journal Dream Journal Dream Journal Dr.. Dream Journal Dream Journal Dream Dre.. Dre.. Dream Journal Dream Journal."