Текст песни WYCLEF MOM - Gang Shloink

Big ting, noggin
IQ, loggin
My man, shorty
Big lips, certi

Your dad, thirty
Qusay, dirty
Plant Pot, fluent
Fake one, cluen't

IQ, three
Bust my, knee
Ends, posh
Brain, slosh

Braincell, loss
Smoke, moss
Two plus, seven
Think that's, eleven

Pull up, park
DeArti, bark
Slurp with the sesh, got brain damage ay
Got aids from my cat, but I can manage ay
Pinkie promise to the gang, I'll kiss Qusay if I can

Intentions not clear, I'll make your IQ disappear ay
Mans not really a scholar and dat'
Mans not really got aids from a cat
That'd be caids, but a cat not a call ay
Sublim to the lipman, on Qusay call a hitman ay

Call him Lee the way he hit man
It's ok, I know u fan man
Take this, you'll need it
My IQ, depleted
Don't talk, delete it
Shush, eat it
My brain on, retard
For qusay, en garde

Salute the brain you better do it
Fall-out the game we cannot do it
Ain't radioactive, we'll still cause a tumor ay
Get with Gang Shloink like the times
I got aids, that's a rumor ok boomer
Hey wait that doesn't rhyme ay (You fucking retard!)

Big ting, noggin
IQ, loggin
My man, shorty
Big lips, certi

Your dad, thirty
Qusay, dirty
Plant Pot, fluent
Fake one, cluen't

IQ, three
Bust my, knee
Ends, posh
Brain, slosh

Braincell, loss
Smoke, moss
Two plus, seven
Think that's, eleven