CKY - Drunken freestyle

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)