Preschool Tea Party Ma**acre - Almost As Cool as Stealing Prosthetic Legs lyrics

Talkin' about them Rollers, Talkin' about them strollers My nuts are so big that I carry 'em in a stroller b**hes like "What? Who's that over there?" Make that b**h act stupid Make her shave her hair Now she's got a baldy Walkin' up beside me Creepin' up on the left I said "what you... ?" You ain't that major D Major b**h, on a leash That's how I handle mine Comin'? We goan shine What you talkin' 'bout, b**h? Talkin' 'bout them birds, b**h Talkin' 'bout them birds, b**h What you talkin' 'bout? X2 Tryin' talk about some birds She's thinkin' she's givin' me some herbs s**in' on my dick Try and make me feel like I'm goan be sick/ I vomit when I see that hair Greasy faces every where Let me see that hair b**h, I don't care, it's the Jesus gospel hour Get your a** in the shower Get you clean, get you mean, get you on my team Come on, girl, you don't have to show me that face Black, white or Asian, whatever the race You can chill with me, you can be family We can walk up the street m-m-merrily! Look at us, hand in hand As soon as you turn away, f** your sister, anyways Next to the further, further on next Get your a** to beaver, shave it quick then I get rest Get you to sleep, put you in a car Take your a** for a ride, don't worry, not too far We can go down the street to see murder Murder mo murder mo murder mo murder me Step up on some bird rap Gonorrhea bird clap Some birds are tight sick, while others got the clean snatch Fat birds, good catch They cook and clean my sh** If I abuse the clit, and not follow rules She said "finish on my face" So, of course, the b**h I laced With that other taste Now I'm responsible Take her home, drop her off, and get on with mine Cause I handle mine Kickin' then tight rhymes Dirty dirt to Jersey to Barry, whatchu work? Watch your face, watch your blood fall to the street Everything I don't need is the thing I will eat Bin Laden with the Al Qaeda in Pakistan goes to the streets and drinks crack as he eats Those n***as like MOB Deep, back in the day PTPM, you know we all about hate We can be together like family, like in Amy ville Get that b**h a** to slip her some little green pills Besides the proof, why you gotta stand still in the house? To Bone Concubine, we the sickest n***as out! That's right, all you posers can f** yourself, b**h Like I said before, "Blast you, straighten yo mouth" It's not a threat, it's a promise, it ain't never in doubt Cutting right through, the back of your throat I'm tripping space and ya'll n***as know just all about You got the rag wrap on your face, chest like a Down South blue John piece. I will bury you far from where the cops will find you And your career is over, and no one will sign you Ha, you trying to rhyme, you better rethink that idea That's crazier than the Concubine drinking a beer I'll stab you in the neck with an icepick, then impregnate your wifeyboo chick PTPM, we own that other sh** PTPM, we own that other sh** Lemme see those titties, b**h, we own that other sh** Ice cream... b**h