For kids it's easy
Flip tongue to low low flick it like a gun switch seasons
The gum still bleeding
She calls in the evening
I hang up the phone, ring it back
With the guts all queasy
I know that tone I know that tone I
Could you bite that tongue
Hungry as you are it should taste like lunch
Could you steal that pound
Of Flesh from the man when he make good sounds
It goes quicker quicker quicker quicker Ahhh
All the buddies running it running it
All the buddies running it running it
All the buddies running it running it
And I hope you run
Cause I hold you dearly
No jokes no fun
No love get near me
Ugly
Trust
That I don't
Bust In it
You can bet I never put no trus in it
Emotions is a fucker if you fuck with it ooh
Two inch thick and greasy, easy
Ain't no normal bitch can please me
Head is way big now big now
Heading for the big cloud big cloud mmm
You bill zoots
Bill go hundred three times twos
Need new shoes
Want build roof
Bill goes thousand three times two
They ask if the sound come that quick
I don't know I don't know
Do you roll deep ‘splain me that clique
I don't know I don't know
And the back chat now people ack it up like they guns go blow blow blow
But they don't do nothing no how no how no how
That's on my soul
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