Don't you look at me so smug And say I'm going bad. Who are you to judge me And the life that I live? I know that I'm not perfect And that I don't claim
I am the little red rooster Too lazy to crow for day I am the little red rooster Too lazy to crow for day Keep everything in the farm yard Upset in every
Uh huh, uh huh Mic check, one, two It's Juvenile comin' through Uh uh, c'mon, c'mon Who the man? If I ain't it, nigga can't claim it I can take a small
On a chicken hunt, huntin' for a chicken Get paranoid when you hear my glock clickin' Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin' With the bitch ass styles I
I got my cock in my pocket And I'm reelin' Down the old highway I got my cock in my pocket And I'm reelin' Down the old highway I'm gonna whip it on
Well, in this barnyard I'm king cock of the roost Stay out all night, just drinkin' that moonshine juice And I don't show the crow till crack of noon
Hold up, yeah Ooh, ooh! Somebody done told you wrong Who you're gonna off like that Hot, too hot, too hot, too motherfuckin' hot Like motherfuckin' tool
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You want to cuss and fight In the basement The kid want to cuss and fight In the basement Warm black rooster, worn, white hand The young kids got my name
Here's the latest from the king of badness I got the shit that makes niggaz wanna flip G'd up all better wit beanies Sweatin' all the bitches to blow
Blue collar Eddie and his better half Delores used to be mantel pieces down at the Black Forest. And I don't know if that bar still exists, but when
Ain't found a way to kill me yet Eyes burn with stinging sweat Seems every path leads me to nowhere Wife and kids, household pet Army green was no safe
Judge Not speak hardly at all love and Act for that is your Will abandon fruits of the work Every action offering Initiate to be transformed Indicates
Suck my dick Hey Cleytus, we're goin' over there To [Incomprehensible] house for Thanksgiving [Incomprehensible]'s gotta 900 pound turkey goin' Cooked
I am the little red rooster, too lazy to crow today I am the little red rooster, too lazy to crow today Keep everything in the farmyard Upset in ev'ry
Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver (Robert Burns poem / Live on Peel Acres 01-22-04) When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town He had a blue
He Moa Kane (ancient Hawaiian riddle) Above is red -- below is red hear the ringing voice... a strutting rooster
I am the little red rooster, too lazy to crow for days I am the little red rooster, too lazy to crow for days Keep everything in the farmyard Upset in
