Testi:
Sick Punk

Comments like the ones above for 'Breast Cancer' I suppose !

sick punk baby and i like your work 'cause you're a sick punk baby and i like your style 'cause you're a sick punk you're on the sick junk look at

You turn around, spit it out And slap it right in the face Somebody's fakin' it Look at them they're fakin' it Fakin' the punk

[Originally by Will Smith] here come the men in black. it's the MIBs, uh, here come the MIBs. here come the men in black. they won't let you remember

it don't stop Fool we don't quit You've entered the wild wild west Side, high noon clock strikes twelve that's high I see haters trespassin' in my town They must be sick

sexy when they sip What's my name? Uncle James family rest in peace [Verse 1:] I grew up in a house with my mother Didn't have my punk asss father Cuz

the beat keep bumpin Stop trippin off these niggaz cause they ain't about nuttin Or should I say NAYthin Punk put my tape in, fuck all the fake-in I'm sick

ma dive and pump your ass Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk The punk thought I was bluffin

soldier dies but once Verse One: They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you Picturin pitiful punk