Drunken Freestyle – Camp Kill Yourself – letras

You can’t stop it if I stop you I canHere comes Jess, the garbage manOoh ahh, I’ll FADE ya on your face and then I’ll place yaInside of my cell room, where we can fuck you in the ass with a broomAnd a baseball bat, swing for the RICHESSwing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitchesCut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleedWe used to call pants britches!Ha yeah oh no! JESS yo no Mr. HomoAll right let’s settle down it’s time for class and Mr. Robins BrownAw, yeah suckas, gather up! It’s about time you busted a nut!’Bout time you let go, bout timeYou found out retarded people are slowBut THERE SMARTER INSIDE cause they can’t hide their true feelingsTrue stealing I’m jumpin’ all for youCan you feel my card hand dealing? I’m dealin lucky numbersAnd if you’re the next one you might stumble down thatFlight of stairs, but I don’t care there ain’t no help for youThere ain’t no repair you might end up make you bleedYou ain’t movin, Chrsitopher Reeves Oh no! Oh no!Yo I’m still me, I’m still the same, I’m still the same I ever beenI’m still the betta best best that there ever beenAnd then I pissed down my throat I tried to row a boatI tried to see Ryan Gee float but he just can’tHe took off his pants he put frogs and ants right up his assCreepin’ around, he was in a dream tryin to schemeTo make sure he was…(fade out)