She's a leprachaun with mouth full of bile She's a movie lover, suckin cock in the isle It's like ten thousand dicks, when you're not really gay She's a Death Row contract, when you hate Dr. Dre And I think she's moronic Its a real pain When she hits the airwaves With a pack of lies That she wrote in the third grade She's a head of lies Thats you just cant shake And each single makes me sicker To imagine her naked I'm afraid to see (afraid to see) I took my suitcase And broke her left titty When I was at burny-grunmans Mastering my album I had the chance to burn her masters And I wish that i had Cause I think that she's moronic (blah blah blah) It's a pure pain When she hits the airwaves And I hope she dies And pour salt in her veins She's a head of lice That you just cant shake And each single makes me sicker She has a funny way Of processing her lower vocals through a stereo chorus end delay She has a funny funny way Of singing all of her bridges like the kibbde-kibbde-kibbde-kiddby count bass Isn't she moronic Dont you think Never once melodic And I really do think And I think she's moronic It's a real pain When she hits the airwaves With a pack of lies That she wrote in the third grade She's a head of lies That you just cant shake And each single makes me sicker Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com