Tech was really buck Bring the house down with that thang, work a G-string til it flame Nina ross aim for the dame who shakes anus insane Sex untamed
Burstin' On A Star Though' That Line Went Ova' They Head Baby But Ya'll Know Keep Plenty Chicks In Tha' Coup Like A Farm Yo' Keep A Car But Ion't Eva
will be found All I got in mind is a boons farm jug of wine Smash the bottle in the parkin' lot But considerin' our luck We'll get busted by the cops Instead of sex
cracking, cause we're just too strong Drum-sized yearning cuz the pressure's gone Supervised love, crucified stuvs Simmering red in the sex farm clubs
you've gone with the blockhead A-and I say me say dat some a dem a Sex Pistol Nipple erectors A so me tell you set dem sp...(?) man a gone An...(?) farm
charm Mi a give you good sex from dusk till dawn Gwan like ya bad so a you mi have fi call mi a go use mi ore an blow up ya farm Believe ya amaze by
test Stick dick between notebook pages to show how I sex texts Keep rappers in check like chess threats Deacon ? star flows hotter than text mex Givin' ears the best sex
, and your fuckin up my teeth, cuzz' your all i eat, reverend run with guns, but i dont preach, bust techs get wet like, sex on a beach, call me a robbin
s about time that we stood our ground You see, it was ten or so years ago When they rolled up in the town and stole the show They used sex, intimidation
Sex me up and I?ll sex you down whatever you want is my command I?m into S & M I lead the butcher farm and now don?t you understand I?m into any maim
teaser farm girl hot eyed bride stone cold blonde a quivering menace atomic wallop wholesale murder we want out we fish at night sex in heaven tough
minute, get in it, "see murder", there ain't "no limit" to the killing Emotional wreck, cause I ain't feeling what ya'll feeling Ya'll rappers is sex
I at the time was a communist Lived on a collective farm She was a part-time anarchist Our sex went off like a bomb Living the life of a terrorist Looking
drug of love Though there was no hole in her arm There was a hole some place else About as big as dady 10.000 acre farm CHORUS: Oh, she was dying
can't Ah, future farmers of America future farmers of America Future farmers of America Ah I'm always watching the way his wife looks me over I have a sex
we rep God In the worst areas of your city You know who I'm rolling with, you peep the stitch on my fitty We preaching Christ in our Dickies no more sex
, yo baby on the real? I don't have sex with people I do business with neither and that's the real but I do do business with people that I have sex with
shit, I guess that was all the fame I was alloted Wait a minite, new video, like a leopard I'm spotted in a night club chillin with Kamaal and Phife I be that farmer