Drunken Freestyle lyrics

You can`t stop it if i stop you i can
Here comes jess, the garbage man
Ooh ahh, i`ll page ya on your face and then i`ll place ya
Inside of my cell room, where we can fuck you in the ass with a broom
And a baseball bat, swing for the reaches
Swing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitches
Cut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleed
We used to call pants britches!

Ha yeah oh no! yes yo no mr. homo
All right let`s settle down it`s time for class and mr. robins brown
Aw, yeah suckas, gather up! it`s about time you busted a nut!
`bout time you let go, bout time
You found out retarded people are slow
But there`s more to recite cause they can`t hide their true feelings
True stealing i`m jumpin` all for you
Can you feel my card hand dealing? i`m dealin lucky numbers
And if you`re the next one you might stumble down that
Flight of stairs, but i don`t care there ain`t no help for you
There ain`t no repair you might end up make you bleed
You 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 been
I`m still the betta best best that there ever been
And then i pissed down my throat i tried to row a boat
I tried to see ryan gee float but he just can`t
He took off his pants he put frogs and ants right up his ass
Creepin` around, he was in a dream tryin to scheme
To make sure he was...(fade out)