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Your girl's been spending lots of time at my place
I been helpin her remove the makeup from her fine face
Telling her to go Au
Natural
And she trust me cause I'm your pal, thats my style
(Vrooom) I drive the Dirty Mac truck
Convincing her to drink that whole 30 rack up
I sit until I think your girly's mad drunk, then I turn the dirty mac up
What you and her, we shacked up
Well that sucks, we been getting close lately
Special time adds up so don't hate me
It's all about bologna draperies, beef sticks, and meat curtains
Monthly afternoons of bloody hatchet wounds and grease purses
I'm the salt in her pepper, the hop in her steppa
The broccoli in her mi-douth, but she don't want no chedda
(She don't want no chedda?) Naw she want somethin betta
I'd like to thank you homes you the reason why I met her
Who's cryin?
- Album:
- Copper Gone
- Sick To D(EAT)H
- Miscellaneous
- Personal Journals
- A Healthy Distrust
- Li(f)e
- Sick Of Waiting Tables
- The Known Unsoldier...Sick Of Waging War (Mixtape)
- Dead Poet Live Album
- Still Sickly Business
- Road Tested - Live 2003-2005
- Sickly Business
- Still Sick... Urine Trouble
- Sick of Wasting
- Conspiracy to Riot
- The Known Unsoldier: "Sick of Waging War"
- Climb Trees
- Anticon Label Sampler 1999-2004
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 69
- The Makeshift Patriot EP