* french kiss a bitch, she don't speak french, can't kiss and tell
* i push his ass in the wishing well, then wish him well
* holy shit i'm the holy shit...i'm god's manure
* you wake up to this chopper tool, it's like cock a doodle doo
* these niggas soft as teddy bears...talk to Marky Mark
* lost my point of view til i found a mirror, start talking to it, it told me the truth...it said "i'm the shit and you party poopin"
* i smell like money, i know broke niggas feel nauseated
* she caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
* we got that white girl like in the 80s, that Marcia Brady
* i was larger than life, should've got a bigger coffin
* bad bitches in my coffin, suck dick til they cough-in
* all she do is get pretty, i get shit faced, don't we make a cute couple?
* i remember when i was no one Lord, when i couldn't find Jack in no one's cards
* without my cream i'm sour onion
* addicted to your love like a motherfucker...need a Betty Ford
* i smell her panties while she in the bathroom, and taste whatever she left in them
* i got strawberry cocaine, it's sweet as fun dip
* Lord i know i ain't a saint, still rep that fleur-de-lis
* fuck your degree this murder in the first degree
* i got that tech under my arm like right guard, sure, degree
* i just looked in the mirror...got star struck
* i just looked at your bitch and got eye fucked
* my warrants clear as Day like Doris is
* my dead presidents reborn
* chop bricks like karate, judo, kung fu, like jiu-jitsu, split a brick in two
* my homies call cocaine white trash, charge you double just to take my trash out
* my money so old i tell my new money, respect your elders
* be more careful how you pick and choose your words boy, cuz i'll have you playing Scrabble with your tongue nigga
* icicles on my finger from cocaine blizzards
* my pockets are pregnant they up early with morning sickness
INTO THAT PLEASURE AND PAIN?...I GOT MORE WAYNE...http://telepathsatnight.blogspot.ca/2015/01/sorry-for-comedy-2.html