Bruce lee pack punches like brown bag lunches
He get busy on the bad guy now why you want to flow fly
Float like a butterfly sting you in the sphincter
I got flavor like jolly rancher be taking you out like cancer
Always got the answer I'm easy on the eye kid
Candy's what I taste like you're like a Madonna hybrid
Booty booty that's right be taking you out on fight night
Be flippin' Smith Barney outta the back of the coupe your pants droop
Baggy baggy britches I'll be leavin' you in stitches
I knew this chic in Pasadena'd grant me sixty-nine wishes
Now you're waiting on your savior trying to change your behavior
'Cause nineteen ninety nine be rollin' out the box soon exavior
Hollander the prostitute be booty bangin' out the chute
Be lookin' good in a three piece honey but baby you're so wack you got
Bones
Skeletons in the closet
Everybody's got some
But seein' is believin' and I think I've seen enough of your bones
Stick it in your wallet call it whatever you want to call it
In the business they call me sire I ain't ready to retire
Buster good stuff baby baby oh you drive me crazy
I been shaving my pussy clean for years cause that's the way you likes
Button down I'm off the hook Marilyn Manson got the look
You want to party with ole king pancho you know that I am the head honcho
Oh yeah I'm ready ready now get set don't fret my punch goes pow
I'm a lover not a buster baby don't kick me in my nuts I got bones
Pussy gonna getcha if you don't watch it it'll let ya
Throw your pride right down the drain you got that pussy on the brain
Babylon five Mr. Goodbar in bangelamaine chasing the dragon your wagons sagging
I think you know what I'm sayin'
I'm saying your fishin' for fanny spankin' your
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Bruce lee pack punches like brown bag lunches
He get busy on the bad guy now why you want to flow fly
Float like a butterfly sting you in the sphincter
I got flavor like jolly rancher be taking you out like cancer
Always got the answer I'm easy on the eye kid
Candy's what I taste like you're like a Madonna hybrid
Booty booty that's right be taking you out on fight night
Be flippin' Smith Barney outta the back of the coupe your pants droop
Baggy baggy britches I'll be leavin' you in stitches
I knew this chic in Pasadena'd grant me sixty-nine wishes
Now you're waiting on your savior trying to change your behavior
'Cause nineteen ninety nine be rollin' out the box soon exavior
Hollander the prostitute be booty bangin' out the chute
Be lookin' good in a three piece honey but baby you're so wack you got
Bones
Skeletons in the closet
Everybody's got some
But seein' is believin' and I think I've seen enough of your bones
Stick it in your wallet call it whatever you want to call it
In the business they call me sire I ain't ready to retire
Buster good stuff baby baby oh you drive me crazy
I been shaving my pussy clean for years cause that's the way you likes
Button down I'm off the hook Marilyn Manson got the look
You want to party with ole king pancho you know that I am the head honcho
Oh yeah I'm ready ready now get set don't fret my punch goes pow
I'm a lover not a buster baby don't kick me in my nuts I got bones
Pussy gonna getcha if you don't watch it it'll let ya
Throw your pride right down the drain you got that pussy on the brain
Babylon five Mr. Goodbar in bangelamaine chasing the dragon your wagons sagging
I think you know what I'm sayin'
I'm saying your fishin' for fanny spankin' your
He get busy on the bad guy now why you want to flow fly
Float like a butterfly sting you in the sphincter
I got flavor like jolly rancher be taking you out like cancer
Always got the answer I'm easy on the eye kid
Candy's what I taste like you're like a Madonna hybrid
Booty booty that's right be taking you out on fight night
Be flippin' Smith Barney outta the back of the coupe your pants droop
Baggy baggy britches I'll be leavin' you in stitches
I knew this chic in Pasadena'd grant me sixty-nine wishes
Now you're waiting on your savior trying to change your behavior
'Cause nineteen ninety nine be rollin' out the box soon exavior
Hollander the prostitute be booty bangin' out the chute
Be lookin' good in a three piece honey but baby you're so wack you got
Bones
Skeletons in the closet
Everybody's got some
But seein' is believin' and I think I've seen enough of your bones
Stick it in your wallet call it whatever you want to call it
In the business they call me sire I ain't ready to retire
Buster good stuff baby baby oh you drive me crazy
I been shaving my pussy clean for years cause that's the way you likes
Button down I'm off the hook Marilyn Manson got the look
You want to party with ole king pancho you know that I am the head honcho
Oh yeah I'm ready ready now get set don't fret my punch goes pow
I'm a lover not a buster baby don't kick me in my nuts I got bones
Pussy gonna getcha if you don't watch it it'll let ya
Throw your pride right down the drain you got that pussy on the brain
Babylon five Mr. Goodbar in bangelamaine chasing the dragon your wagons sagging
I think you know what I'm sayin'
I'm saying your fishin' for fanny spankin' your
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC