| Yeah, never less as I come in my green Cadillac
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| With my purple cape
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| Un-circumcised with no rain coat
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| With no underwear, prepare for the Phantom
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| With yo big eyes ha huh ha huh, yeah
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| As I lyrical flip my body never wear underwear
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| Girls stare, I pluck in they public hair
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| The masquerade I’m crazy with a switch blade
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| I cut jaws the face of a wild shark
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| I love Cal Can, «Roof!», can a dog bark
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| I’ll bite ya girl make a women catch rabies
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| Then eat Gerber from a jar like the babies
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| I like cereal, yo you Captin' Crunch
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| Juggle my jellybeans, yo captain munch
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| I like roach spray mixed in my gin and juice
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| You better go get spray and make it strong
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| My tractor trailer, my private piece is quite long
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| As I masturbate every time about 8
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| The last time I masturbated through the earthquake
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| I saw your picture girl Shirley Temple Jheri Curl
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| You walk around through a toilet and a do do world
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| I know the spokes are white a green Cadillac
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| Polka dot grey I’m satisfied I won’t take it back
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| I need the mustard from the Whataburger
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| I spell it backwards I take my girl to King Burger
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| You better rush on in an order fries
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| Before I get mad and start peein' in your eyes
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| Like Gomer Pile, surprise, surprise
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| You seen my drawers of course you see my rubber
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| No fat stretch marks I ain’t the one you got the blubber
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| «What the hell am doin', I telling you that?»
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| Missile check I’m aimin' four to your rectum
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| With mexican beans collard greens I respect 'em
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| You hold the apples while girls pull they pants down
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| I got a bottles of flies I’m throwin' ants down
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| Like Joe said one time I’m drinkin' straight rum
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| Chewin' they embryo, actin' like it’s bubble gum
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| I get inside, bark and crank the truck
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| Cruz up the highway, you out there you stuck
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| You ain’t the one I got no cables no goose
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| Look in the back I got no room, see my moose
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| I better hide what’s left at 7 Eleven
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| Call the Ranger, the Phantom at 11
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| He got black boots and stains on my turtle-neck
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| My mink is yellow and tan female birds peck
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| I got no rags to clean I love the vomit
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| It makes me sexy, my underwear atomic
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| You smell the rose, I’m smellin' cookin' flower
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| I call your house and let it ring for an hour
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| I got to clean up my house set the mouse traps
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| I know one he’s grey and cool and the mouse raps
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| I seen 'em seen 'em I seen 'em through peripheral vision
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| I look around the corner and see your big eyes
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| Yes, stop peepin' around in my window, I see you lookin'
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| I got no shades, he’s comin' after me
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| Yeah huh huh, I see you, stop peepin' in my windows
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| (Who's there)
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| All my neighbors, I hear voices
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| (Stay out my business)
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| Little people talkin' to me
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| Stay out my business
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| I be going to see the doctor tomorrow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Eyes , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Sex Style Unreleased Archives, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп