Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Homecoming Queen, artist - Mr. EonDate of issue: 04.04.2002
Song language: English
Homecoming Queen |
| Love me, love me, long time |
| Love me, love me (love me) |
| Love me, love me, long time |
| Love me, love me, long (bang bang) |
| I spit dumber slang and Clubber Lang |
| Her toosh ain’t the same just like a rubber band |
| Prepare to bareback, Eon champ, rare facts |
| To fucking unknowns, he still be getting a share of that |
| I’m too high, making these whores melt |
| Bring the pent undergarments, you would shit yourself |
| My last five rhymes, catch 'em by lines |
| So in the New York Times, in the city writing rhymes |
| High and Mighty elusive |
| Authenticate jerseys, my DJ wear Nike exclusives |
| Her pint sauce gained her a peep with the light sauce |
| Walking on stilts, must look like a high rise |
| Score the subversive with perfect cursive |
| Man ain’t shit versus his penmanship |
| Creating death traps using 40 wet naps |
| Have him coming 40 days soon, he better get back |
| You a homecoming queen turned heroine fiend |
| Make 'em go (ahh) so you know when I cream |
| You just out the cradle discovering anal |
| Make 'em go (ohh) to all my fables |
| You a porn star diva in g-string cheetah |
| Make 'em go (ahh) when I’m eating shaved beavers |
| Thigh high guarders, asking for it harder |
| Make 'em go (ooh) call me your fucking father |
| Ayyo, I’m ugly as shit, the Elephant Man |
| John Merrick, the modern day Rocky Deniss |
| We cracking sack like we black rappers, I’m hillbilly |
| Horse back-riding, I drive tractors, I’m ass backwards |
| In the farmland with the one-arm man |
| I don’t get no pussy, I fuck my hand |
| Caution, this ain’t recommended for the weak hearted |
| Special ED student, I’m half retarded |
| When I was banned from the Jive office |
| I brought a chick with a two foot vibrator up to Rawkus |
| Rugged Man, the autobiography |
| The pornography, dirty version of Dostoyevsky |
| My little brothers and sisters, they both wheel-chaired up |
| They can’t talk, can’t see and they can’t stand up |
| They might prank-call your house, make noise and hang up |
| Get excited, fall out they beds and get banged up |
| You a homecoming queen turned heroine fiend |
| Make 'em go (ahh) so you know when I cream |
| Thigh high guarders, asking for it harder |
| Make 'em go (ooh) call me your fucking father |
| I’m masturbating in my cellar |
| Fantasizing about a threesome with Sarah Michelle Gellar and Helen Keller |
| Didn’t like Helen, but how was I going to tell her? |
| Stuck my balls in her nose and knew she could smell 'em |
| I’m still shaving box in her old age, full blown AIDS |
| More mistakes than what’s a good vomit |
| And now I’m hitting skanks dressing scandaly clad |
| Asking me to be their fucking fantasy dad |
| Born to be bad, white rhymer, night rider |
| I’m the male version of Elvira |
| At the diner, finger popping waitresses |
| Fake lyricist-es, stick my dick in their mouths |
| We take pisses, my dick is eight inches |
| At least that’s what I say to bitches |
| Even if I added two extra fake inches |
| Bitch love me, 2001, still dirty crusty |