Hefty Fine lyrics

Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick

I don't give a shit about celebrity
But motherfuckers did ya happen to see who's here? me
The bottom feeder at the top of the food chain
Frontin' from the back of the line on some dud named

I'm in the bathroom, so this messages is probably going to smell like shit.

(Farting and shit sounds)

I know you're gonna play me when you get wind
I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again
But if you cover your ass with the same old song
You might as well be farting farting with a walkman on

I know you're gonna play me when you get wind
I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again
But if you cover your ass with the same old song

Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet

Cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket

Batter dip the cranny axe
In the gut locker

Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter

If I get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically

It always sucks refolding the kind of map
Needed when I get stuck where the sun don't shine the fact
Is if I just shut up my rubbered stamp could flag you as dumb

It ain't your mind you're givin' me a piece of
As it don't take einstein to know that's just obscene but
It's been buck rogers' time since I hit other than rock bottom

Even the odds of having you against me

Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore

Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash
I put out despite the fact that you're like a hawaiian punch moustache

We are "cop rock" we are screech
We are z. cavaricci
We are laser removed
Tasmanian devil tattoos

We are third string we are puck
We are special people's club
We are the half shirts with
Irreverent spring break top ten lists

We are munsoned we are squat
We are flashing twelve o'clock
We are spread out butt cheeks
Pulled apart so just the air leaks

We are "ishtar" we are tab

I'm going to Africa
Yes ma'am
I'm a brick
Was president Lincoln okay?
Mittens
There's a dog in the vent
Chicken necks?
I pick ken griffey jr.
I fell out 2 times
I'm pedaling backwards
This snowflake tastes like fish sticks
We're a totem pole
Dying tickles
I hear a frankenstein lives there
She's touching my special area
Go banana!

Ralphie [Ralphie]
Get off [get off]

Eventide rise for ritual
With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will
Roar forth steer the dead leave forced
Driven by fear shift gears veer towards
The foolishly equipped swift these
Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt
Reflect upon the way beyond redemption
Let the necronometer beckon for the destined
Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden

[Jimmy Pop:]
Eminem's gotta cuss in his raps to sell records, well me too, so fuck Will Smith!

[DJ Q-Ball:]
That don't rhyme.

[Jimmy Pop:]
Drats.

[both laugh]

Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss baby

Dog will hunt I'm the front end loader travoltin' over
so try my slam on for size
Drive stick with that kung-fu grip let the banana split and
watch it go right to your thighs
Cop a feel copperfield style abracadabra that bra
do you think I can pull it off?
Wanna bang around? Just jot me down on your to-do list
under "put out like a fire" 'cause

The only thing going down in this car is the windo 'cause your pussy stank!