Текст песни CKY (Camp Kill Yourself) - Drunken Freestyle
CKY (Camp Kill Yourself) - Drunken Freestyle слова песни
You can`t stop it if I stop you I canHere comes Jess, the garbage manOoh ahh, I`ll FADE ya on your face and then I`ll place yaInside of my cell room, where we can fuck you in the ass with a broomAnd a baseball bat, swing for the RICHESSwing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitchesCut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleedWe used to call pants britches!Ha yeah oh no! JESS yo no Mr. HomoAll right let`s settle down it`s time for class and Mr. Robins BrownAw, yeah suckas, gather up! It`s about time you busted a nut!`Bout time you let go, bout timeYou found out retarded people are slowBut THERE SMARTER INSIDE cause they can`t hide their true feelingsTrue stealing I`m jumpin` all for youCan you feel my card hand dealing? I`m dealin lucky numbersAnd if you`re the next one you might stumble down thatFlight of stairs, but I don`t care there ain`t no help for youThere ain`t no repair you might end up make you bleedYou ain`t movin, Chrsitopher Reeves Oh no! Oh no!Yo I`m still me, I`m still the same, I`m still the same I ever beenI`m still the betta best best that there ever beenAnd then I pissed down my throat I tried to row a boatI tried to see Ryan Gee float but he just can`tHe took off his pants he put frogs and ants right up his assCreepin` around, he was in a dream tryin to schemeTo make sure he was...(fade out)