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(Like Jenny McCarthy
From the last Christmas party)
Everbody`s in the game
Everybody wants a part of it, playing it
Getting butt-fucked and sucking others dicks
Tell me did you say your prayer
Who do you think you`re foolin` playa?
It`s your bad-ass look? Don`t make me smile like the Sofia`s mayor
If you spit against the wind, boy
It will turn back to you, boy
Franklin shows respect, you know, but first you gotta earn it
And the greenest green you`ll see is the dick of Mr. Kermit
I hear you bad-ass talk
Combined with pussy walk
In my wildest dream I`ve never thought that you could be as hot
as Jenny McCarthy or the girls from da last Christmas party
You supa-dupa, supa-dupa muthafucka, you`re just an average shit!
Your motha`s there, your motha`s there
Ain`t nobody in the world`s immune to treachery
And you should`ve think twice before you ran out in the street
One mistake leads to another so please excuse me brotha
Street thugs will hug you and love you like no other lover
If you spit against the wind, boy
It will turn back to you, boy
If you like what you`re seein` but you don`t care what you`re sayin`
Oooh, beware where you playin`
Ya know, it seems to me they all sing the same tune
With the first seven years missing, you still look like cocoon
If I find ya and getcha I`ll shoot you, cut you up and put you in the
cooler
Now these bomb-ass dirty grooves are comin` right to ya!
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