Fu - Retarded Party lyrics

[Verse 1: War Bixby] Supercalifragilisticexpialis**this I'll still get b**hes even though my face busted Melt in my clutches while I smoke Dutches Big-boned broads get broke down in crutches I'm f**ing disgusting, eat your gingerbread muffin Break before morning so your husband know nothing Hop in the whip with my horny-a** clique Looking for a p**y soufflé that need a lot of dick Yo, I'm sick with a six and get nice with a keg I'm sick, need a med. An insect need a prey Mommy give me head like she was f**ing breastfed And she make more faces than a mouth of Lemonheads War B-I-X-B-Y stay high Like FBI agents smoking out the Enterprise You better realize you f**ing with a wise guy With a dick about the size of Oprah's left thigh [Verse 2: Cron Hypnostein] Yo, what can you, what can you stop? If you ain't got the heart to hang in, k**er charge It's real from far (What?). And real if you want To get up close and personal. I never heard of you My man, to get change, you wanna murder who? Absurd talk, now it's overdue. About time My splurging you enlighten a part of you Paramedics repeat it but it's horrible Closed casket in the streets is a part of you Forensics an*lyze the particles Scar, Jafar recruit them new recruits Gon' bounce in a few ‘cause I do What I do well. f** who sell Remember the clique: M-V-shot-two-L'S [Verse 3: FU] I'm the new n***a and you's the old folk and You is the type to get your nose broken You is the type to get your throat choked ‘Cause you is the type to talk sh** and don't know that We is the type to raise and straight spazzing These razor blades in your a** and Put your body frame in a cast and Make ‘em disappear and then claim that I don't have ‘em You can't get away. Let's just grab him Beat him ‘til his limbs and back and neck spasms Put his head between two cars and just crash ‘em Have his whole family asking, “What happened?” [Hook: Block McCloud] (x2) Skemers is feeders. Believe us Preachers can't reach us with Jesus We trust God but it's the cheese feed us So we remain liars, stealers, and cheaters [Verse 4: Mez] f** around, Scar your face like Al Pacino Now b**h n***as want to be pals with Chino But the know the sh** I spit is meaner, make ‘em disappear Like they're [?] with Sabrina Giving dick to some chick named “Trina” with a spliff In a whip that's greener. Back strip make your windows steam up Respect my style. Never bow down Box ‘til my knuckles bloody, got a foul mouth Like my tongue is money. Might just wile out and ox your understudy For those thinking it's a joke, ain't nothing funny Mez'll get that a** poked, left somewhere buried Got a n***a losing hope, like, quick, in a hurry Put a noose around his throat, locked up in a cubby Have him leaned over, bowtied up to a Chevy When we on the mic, we just keep it straight gully [Verse 5: Mr. Metaphor] Yo, I'ma blow these words out my lungs Watch how I throw these birds out my funds I'm about to be out, out on the run And I'm taking the south route towards the Sun Stay blazing on through the hazy dawn I'll blame the world—you made me wrong I'm always high as f**. You see me On the couch in the studio, lines spit up I'm overdosing, rollercoasting Forward motion, flowing oceans rose the potion Losing patience, rules we breaking Fools we shaking, emcees we mutilating I can't sleep just like the roof is shaking Nightmares at night ‘cause the truth be breaking I want to move the nation to a new location I'm f**ing stuck here, hallucinating And I'ma close my eyes and follow the light Sharpen the blade and swallow the knife Open my heart and pour out my life Black out to the sounds of the organ pipes [Hook: Block McCloud] (x2) Skemers is feeders. Believe us Preachers can't reach us with Jesus We trust God but it's the cheese feed us So we remain liars, stealers, and cheaters