| Lyrics: | What did I do? Tell me:tell me what did I do?
Tell me: NOTHIN'! I did nothin' wrong! Tell me.
Nothin'!
Look at that guy over there he's so skinny
He'd prolly suck my dick for a
penny
That's fuckin' nasty what kinda bitch does he get
The kind that smells like shit with
a scabbed lip
Pushin' all that trash in his shopping cart
Musta smoked himself into a
retard
No shoes thick-ass calloused-up toes
Frozen boogers all up under his whisky
nose
The motherfuckers ass is prolly molded shut
Bet he's got tadpoles livin' on his
butt
I fuckin' don't understand these people
No kinda class
Somebody needs to beat they
ass
I wanna tell him GET THE FUCK OFF MY BLOCK!
I wanna beat his face in with a rock!
He
ain't good for shit, but bringin' our property down
Draggin' his funky ass around
He's
starvin', sportin' a pair of troop sweats
Hands dried and cracked up like the Sahara
Wantin'
everyone's affection
Wait a minute, that's me, I'm lookin' at my own reflection
Swing left,
swing right, swing left, swing right,
Swing left, swing right, swing on, and on
Swing left,
swing right, swing left, swing right,
Swing left, swing right, swing on, and on, and:
Where the fuck is this bitch, she makes me sick
I'm guessin' right now she's got a
mouth full of dick
I know she fucks on me, who needs proof
She prolly kisses me with dick
hairs on her tooth
I bet she fucks people in my own bed
He wears my slippers while she's
givin'em head
Look what I do, I get away with it
What the fuck makes me think that she ain't
never did it
Last time I beat her ass wasn't shit
Fat lips ain't nothin', this time I'm |
