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yeah.
oh, sh_t, my thigh hurts.
yeah. party time

behold, the carnival cargo of influenza
as about trigonometry, the more colonies of issue splendor
i’ll turn this party into a caprion happening with my
wagging tongue as a single flapping wing
i keep crouch_dropping s_xist weight in a plasma pool.
and the crub of drug use is to get sacked to school
check out this pic _ it’s me getting a baby bamboo swaddled.
that’s hit the purple the homie made in the shampoo bottle
i make friends aggressively with a lot of scp__ps of ramble sprinkles.
my posse’s got moxie like rocky and bullwinkle.
beer and hand in pockеt a more heart and throat
a disciplined musician, i squeezе the line from notes.
my homies gave me the costume; they’re all supposed to be firemen
i guess they shouldn’t be popping zannies like multivitamins.
with nipples in the jet pack, let’s patry to a brain dead
a patry at least until you’re pregnant

we can party till you’re pregnant
we can party till you’re pregnant
we’re gonna party till you’re pregnant
i need you patry with me till you’re pregnant
we’re two feet in the layered cake (… with me … with me)
we’re two feet in the layered cake
….

yeah
sip a beer for the disappeared quentin …
cause the compost and the rich only poor priveige
we talk about the black men as a concept and how miss pac man is just pac man crossdressed
meet the homie terrence he’s an ex_con used to spearhead the man_on_man gang rapes
time to be told who we can or can’t…
count out, i can’t drive pow wow at this clan baker
my goal tonight is to make it insensitive preteens
head full of webisodes of copmetitive e_teen
we reenact streams for the mighty bush to build a test of rack but hand_attached
of a nike swoosh from that feisty douche wearing a shine suit
given his comments and transcripts of backstory, a timely boost man
you got started by meter maids when you grew your reefer.
i blew speakers got the teacher’s aid to smooch my sphincter
but she’s possessed the dna of the future leader
just show me tna f_ck your student visa
on a puke_flavored sat_rday
and shoot from the roots of the jukes of hazard pain
while you’re in front of girls getting them to blow … breathalyzer
like drunk hoes as an element of hip hop
like drunk hoes as an element of hip hop
drunk drunk hoes as an element of hip hop
it’s almost true; that’s why i’m holding my baloney steak.
i came to the show jam preprogrammed to procreate
with nipples in the jet pack, let’s patry to a brain dead
a patry at least until you’re pregnant
we can party till you’re pregnant
we can party till you’re pregnant
we’re gonna party till you’re pregnant
i need you to patry with me till you’re pregnant

[kool a.d]
oh sh_t what the f_ck is going on?
she’s bucknacked with a lion’s jersey thrown on
how many rooms has this house got?
how many shrooms and foul pots is little ….

i mean bloom to a faustion
i’m the second_best rapper after james faustion
mommy want to hitch and make bambinos
he said i’m like a half white childish gambino
writting screenplays sipping pino
where my lations part of my gringo
black and nemo james harden part of my lingo
but please know i go hard for my people
fly far like an eagle into the sea
like stive miller, but iller, your boy a k!ller, yo
scribble little pics for a bill or salt.
nibble on her tits till she sings like a figaro
then she goes in the same direction that the zipper go
that’s down
just another class clown
that’s brown,
stop, hey, what’s that sound?
listen when the hook come back in
yeah, that’s now.
wait, wait, wait, i think um
wait yeah now
thath’s now

pregnant
we can party till you’re pregnant
we can party till you’re pregnant
we’re gonna party till you’re pregnant
i need you patry with me till you’re pregnant

we’re two feet in the layered cake.
…
(… with me … with me)
we’re two feet in the layered cake
….
(… with me … with me)

- busdriver

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