paroles de chanson I Like - Yuri Khedz

I stand and wait then I ask the greats
That if I masturbate is my hand then gay?
Don't grab my dick
Just strangle it
What the matter bitch, now answer this
Would you suck my dick if it was cancerous
Would you wanna get so down with this
Would you wanna fuck then laugh a bit
Then I can show you my collection of action figs
I got a bobblehead of ben ten
And a Brendon CD
That I keep on my tv
I need me
Some freebies
So lemme go and mingle
Very nice to meet me
I'm like the needy
Size ain't everything, like the Bee Gees
I might just be the
Prime example to leave a mic defeated
And I write every rhyme b eedy
But that ain't none of my business
I'll do what Iron Fist did
Kill the hero for Christmas
You just don't see no witness

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Nobody appreciates Grandpa Max's ass (Uh)
Nobody should really say that it's really wack (Uh)
If you wanna get it better wear it like Vilgax (Uh)
I think that I triggered a really big fan cuz
She be out and about
Then she grabs me and shouts
And she prances about
With a blade in her mouth
Wish I stayed in the house
Man she crazy and ow
Then she makes me come down
Usin' a roundhouse
Flat on the floor, I'm feelin' real wasted
Grabbed on the door, to flee and get away from
This little girl who makes me go rage and
I go and I run but I'm slow, so mayday
Help me save me
I'm thinkin'
What are you sinkin' about
Shit that wasn't meant to be there
Guess I'm just so dead to be here

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The louder I get
The more Ignorant I get it
The amount of regret
The more I resent
I get it
How boring it is
"Too corny to spit"
You're kidding
Cuz half of you
Half-assed rap fans
Won't even get the reference
Cuz half of you
Half-assed rap fans
Won't even get the reference
Enter the mind of a maniac
Who's mainly had his life stained with rap
You can't stay in rap
'Till you got skill or your skin is black"
You're a finished man
You sound like NF and Method Man
Wait, I don't give a damn
Not doin' this for a stinkin' plaque
I wanna do this for a living man
You don't know what I'll give to rap
Aw, you shouldn't have
You're sweeter than strawberry pudding damn
Um, you shouldn't rap
Your gifts of course, not your music man!

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