you know that I hate your guts And I think you suck I wrote this song about you I wrote this song about you Just to let you know that I hate your guts
译文: 卷筒大鱼. 你的胆量（我恨“EM）.
know that I hate your guts And I think you suck I wrote this song about you I wrote this song about you Just to let you know that I hate your guts And
you fam' But shake a nigga hand, but shit God damn All that ("Do you remember me dawg?") Nah I'm drawin' a blank You got me feelin' like a fish, in a fish
you wanted me to be shall we take a spin again no witnesses this time is fixed 737 is you won't feel a thing begging until you give it up insane fish
he wouldn't... holla at ya guala, yeah bitch itz me, kickin muthafuggas out the kitchen heat. i'll put you where the fishes sleep and when they wake, you'll be the fishies
verse] It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me Now I'm running up in you hoes With "No Vaseline" You could be the big fish Bring your drama
of you faggets to get with one of me Now I'm running up in you hoes With "No Vaseline" You could be the big fish Bring your drama Fuck your mama I'll
the kids are upstate kids that thought rap Was past tense, hence the last name Got name for playing basements and such And making songs that our friends loved And when the fish
it? (Verse 1- Kid Ink) Yea I could feel it on the way, never fray In the building like, this is where I stay My estate, put your drink in the air if you relate Plenty fish
I'ma ride and won't slide 'til I'm debtin you (P swallow your pride), my pride ain't edible Fuck with my life, I'm stressin your death Cut his guts out
psycho uh huh I see But every Halloween, you wanna be me They every Halloween, they want to be me They every Halloween, they want to be me A gorilla, a buffer fish
this my life nigga, so fuck you These funk niggas can't trust niggas, you'll get lit up nigga, get stuck nigga These choppas buck nigga, nigga buck nigga all in yo guts nigga, nigga guts
saga, streets flooded with lava Mommas and papas, toddlers, hip-hoppers, and rastas Rock stars and mobsters, above streets in helicopter Filled with doctors readin' the death roster Guts
