maybe you will be around to witness what you have and what you lack You are a knob You are a knob You are a knob (annoying mother fuckers that you can
writin's legit These niggaz never understand it 'til the fire get lit Ill Knob give it to 'em in a firey pit, for... [Chorus x2] [Outro: Ill Knob, (
: Ill Knob] The rap bashers [???] "Y'all respect it buck" It be the rap bashers [???] "Y'all respect it buck" It be the rap bashers [???] "Y'all respect it buck" [Ill Knob
As the bars downtown exhale Into a street of blinking lights And you wander out alone into a crowd Of could-be sex and fights Wrap your coat real tight
Monday morning, no storm warning Hop into the boat we bring our water stuff and beer Jump a wave or two and then Waterbomb some fishermen Raise up the
Your parents, they warned you Against the kind of boy who parks your cars And has himself one hell of a nerve My momma, she says I shouldn't oughtta
There's a blanket soaked with rum down there In the bottom of the boat And a tree five hundred yards away Wears initials that I wrote And that island
God choreographs every Manhattan street And the cabbies all weave Through this clockwork ballet Headlights like tinsel Through the sweat, smoke and steam
He worked all night And didn't notice that the light had changed Looked up And the sun just jumped all suddenly around If all those hours feel like busy
The Luna was loaded by Monday Madder, rum, lumber and lime As her masts swing past Currituck Inlet The lookout slowly waves Carolina goodbye Day by day
She called herself a breakdown Though she didn't mean it then The critics loved it so she said it so much She became the full embodiment And sunk down
The trees like miles They fly right by The closer I look the faster it moves We're gonna spill out of control into the sky He's still yelling over there
I see the way she breathes So full inside her tan Sainted by the sea and sand I know the way she feels All shivering on the land Sainted by the sea and
Girlies on the beach You gotta love a preacher's daughter The perky figure of the girl next door Doin' things she shouldn't oughtta It only takes a single
slob on my knob (pt. II) Slob on my knob like corn on the cob Check in with me and do your job Lay on the bed and give me head Don't have to ask don
[Juicy J] Slob on my knob Like corn on the cob Check in with me, and do your job Lay on the bed, and give me head Don't have to ask, don't have to
Slob on my knob like corn on the cob Check in with me and do your job Lay on the bed and give me head Don't have to ask, don't have to beg Juicy is my
Slob on my knob Like corn on the cob Check in with me And do your job Lay on the bed And gimme head Don't have to ask Don't have to beg Juicy is my
