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Yeah yo Guy Kouame
Yo
Yo Yeah I don't know why this world keep turning round and round But I wish it
would
stop and let me off
right now (2x) I hang with a bunch of hippies
And wacky tobacco planters
Who swallow lit roaches
And light up like jack-o-lanterns
Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts
'Cause we're dope as up and only get a two in the source
They never should've booted me out of reform school
Deformed fool, takin' a see, in the warm pool
'til they threw me out the Ramada Inn
I said it wasn't me, I got a twin Oh my god its you! Not again
It all started when my mother took my bike away
'cause I murdered my guinea pig and so him in the microwave
After that, it was straight to the forty ouncers
Slappin' teachers, and jackin' off in front of my counselors
Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman
Up the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin'
And all the other kids said Warren's a dishead,
He'll never last, the only class he'll pass is phys ed
May be true, till I told this rich in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Guy Fast
Yeah rich you so big
You walked into Big Panties and stepped on Jenny Craig
She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig
Put me in the headlock, then I thought of my guinea pig
I felt the evilness and started transformin'
It began storming, I heard a bunch of cheering fans swarming
Grabbed that rich by her hair
Drop her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, its too late to tell me stop
While I drop this rich face down and watch her belly flop I don't know why this world keep turning round and round But I wish it
would
stop and let me off
right now (2x) We drive around in million dollar sports cars
While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards
Outsiders, and we suing the courts
'Cause we dope as up and only get a two in The Source
Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat
Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blonds be at
Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pale of garbage
Its almost dark and I'm still tryna nail a trailer park rich
I met a slut and said "What up, its nice to meet ya"
I'd like to treat ya to a bagel and a slice of pizza
But I'm broke as up and I don't get paid till the first of next month
But if you care to join me, I was bout to roll this next blunt
But I ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers
Plus I'm a rapist and a repeated prison escapist
So gimme all your money
And don't try nothin' funny
'Cause you know your stinkin' as is too fat to try to outrun me
I went to grab my gone
That's when her as put it on me
Wit' an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry
I fell through the glass doors
Started causin' a scene
Then slid across the floor and flew right into a washin' machine
Jumped up with a broken back
Thank god I was smake' crack all day
And doped up off coke and smack
All I wanted to do was rape the rich and snatch her purse
Now I want to skill her
But so I go
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