Lyric 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]