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South Park Mexican - Moham Mitchell lyrics
(*talking*) I did the whole yard in fucking 15 minutes I will kill you (no I will kill you first) No if you kill me, I will come back and I kill you (You will never get me, I will run and I will hide And you'll never find me, and I'll send somebody to kill you) Ha-ha-ha, what's up 'Lero uh (Shreveport) Check me out man, uh [SPM] I'm in the candy Benz, fancy lens Fucking with this motherfucking, bad ass biatch With fat ass tits, a big ol' ass I come from the head, cause I think so fast I'm the one, and not the two Smoke pep lepue, make revenue Old Western U', send me cash I'm ake my do', and I paid the task I paid Uncle Sam, I paid my band I bought everybody, that Chimey Chan I'm ean chicken wing, rice and gravy I'ma throw a chicken wing, at my lady Cause she pissed me off, with all that hate Now she in the closet, duct taped What's crackulating, what's obvilating I'ma do boys, like Walter Payton I'm the boss, while boys getting fucked off I'm a high power, people mayn playing golf Trying to put, but still I'm thugging My golf club set, cost forty-five hundred Love it leave it, lose it I'ma keep it I'm ade it in this rap game, cause I cheated I told my genie, make my albums sell She said you already used, your three wishes in jail Remember your first wish, behind the bars You wished that you could fuck, the security Well I hypnotized her, ad let you fuck her You ate that bitch, like she was supper Then your second wish, was to fuck her again Then your third wish, was to get out the Penn Now this makes four, but fuck it I'll do it I'ma even have you, on Stevenson Pruit So even though you sound like shit, and can't rap You gon be the biggest fucking rapper, on the map You mean all that stupid shit, that I write People gon actually, think it's tight That's right, plus you'll be the CEO But stop wasting money, on Miss Cleo Okay, I'ma call Jose And tell him call the stations, that never gave us no play And see what they say, maybe it'll work And if it don't fuck it, I'll make my gun squirt Y'all should join me, my skin is oily Y'all don't want no beef, probably soy bean No sir knowing, I flipped a coin I saw her tits, and my dick went boing At the car show, it's the third annual I'm chilling with my boy, who Jack Daniels I'm mixed, with a splash of coke My girl mad, cause I bust a nut in one stroke I'm a loc'd gangsta, shoot em up killa There's something about Mary, like Ben Stiller I'm a thriller chiller, like to fight in Menilla I shot the tooth fairy, trying to reach under my pilla I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you She was putting ten dollas, for my daughter's tooth I picked her up, and took her to the hospital She flew out my car, I said this is impossible I got out and said, you should go to the doctor You lost a lot of blood, dumb bitch I just shot ya She flew past a tree, looked at me And said y'all won't be getting a nickel, for none of y'all teeth Ah that ain't right, let's make a truse My lil boy Los, got two teeth loose And he needs the money, for a remote control car I spent all my cash, at the butt naked bar So I really need you, to come through with that change I'm sorry bout the dress, and all the blood stains Oh pleeeease, I'm on my kneeeees I'm teaching my son, his ABCeeees I'm just a damn fool, I fight my pitbull He killed a dog, that belonged to Moham Mitchell But he lost his last fight, and lost his eyesight And now my dog's blind, I hope you don't mind I know I'm dead wrong, come from the head strong I hit my red bong, this song is so long I'm talking nonsense, on freestyle projects So check what's on next, I love you God bless (*talking*) Ha-ha, yo yo yo (I will kill you) I will kill you (no I will kill you first) no I will kill you second (you will never find me, I will kill you) No, no, no If you kill me, then I will come back to kill you (no you could never come back from the dead, I kill you) |
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