Bullets Songtext

von Bob Schneider

I gotta freak I gotta flow
I gotta throw my ass overboard don't you know
The tip I’m on yeah it's the bomb
Did I ever tell you that you look a lot like my mom
Yeah and your smart I can tell you pull me apart as well
And then you put me back together hey hey don't break my heart and sell it for
Ice cream and fudge give me a nudge
Yeah is it live or is it dope honey I’m not the kind to judge
If you got the bullets I got the time
You bring the bullets I’ll bring the wine
You bring your bullets I’ll bring my bat
I can tell you where it is but I can't tell you where it's at
Now money honey's your only friend
You know your friends may take a walk but money'll be there till the end
You're in a spin it ain't no sin
To drink some gin and have yourself some fun oh every now and again
Oh man I’m bleeding so I’m going to bed bro
Because the mad hatter's crazy and having a party in my head and though
I don't mind big baby 'm getting sleepy
And baby that look that you've been giving me is getting kinda creepy
If you got the bullets I got the time
You bring the bullets I’ll bring the wine
You bring your bullets I’ll bring my bat
Let's get the hell out of town before they find out where we're at
I can tell you where it is but I can't tell you where it's at
And I gotta ipg p it wears a wig see
It tells me every single morning boy you're going to be big b
It's kinda cutie it plays the flute g
And yeah a flute playing wig wearing pig's a fucking hootie
I ain't no blowfish I'm light as air so
I've got a million dollar smile and I take it everywhere I go
But you know I keep it hidden deep inside my big ole head
And I only take it out at night when I’m alone in bed
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Burn California Burn
© 1998 shockorama music pub. / music & lyrics by Bob Schneider
In the sunset sky
I watch the flames float by
When will you learn?
Burn California burn
Straight whiskey & rye
Watching a million people die
Watching the tables turn
Burn California burn
Put on your suntan lotion
Let's all drive into the ocean
We’ll watch the whole world squirm
Running round & round your head
Just hold on until your dead
Burn California burn
I’m losing my mind
Leaving all my friends behind
But I’m not too unconcerned
Burn California burn
Fat cats on dope
A world without hope
So go ahead and eat the worm
Burn California burn
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Buttpussy
Lyrics by Bob Schneider
Went to jail for nine years
Too many lonely nights too many tears
Found I didn’t much like my peers
They kept poking me in my rear
Buttpussy
Yeah yeah yeah
Buttpussy
Yeah
Met a man named bubba stood six foot three
Told me that he’d take good care of me
At first he seemed like the pleasant sort
Until he docked his dick in my mud port
Buttpussy
Yeah yeah yeah
Buttpussy
Yeah
Now I see my momma every once in a while
She’ll ask me how I’m doing and I try to smile
I try to act like I’m not so goddamn pissed
But it’s hard when your butt stretch out to the size of a fist
Buttpussy
Yeah yeah yeah
Buttpussy
Yeah