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(Verse 1: Bizarre) |
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"This is a bad day.." |
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(Random lady:) |
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"Motherfucker you need to get up and find your ass a job, |
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Im sick of you just layin around all day long playin nintendo. |
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They dont even make nintendos no more! |
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Where the hell you find that shit at? |
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And I know that you can find a job, your bus pass is in your wallet I seen that shit yesterday, you just sit up all day long! |
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Lie lie lie |
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Eat eat eat |
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Drink drink drink |
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You dont do shit! Im sick of you!" |
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(Bizarre:) |
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"Just wakin up in the mornin gotta thank God, got my asscheeks stuck to a fishin rod, wheres the dogs aint no frogs, momma cookin breakfast with no (laws?) |
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I got my grub on, but didnt pig out, no Thanksgivin so we eatin, carry out. |
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This dude came through my front door, he said I wouldnt live to see 24 |
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I gotta go cause I got on flip flops |
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If I sold out then my feet 'd drop. |
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Had to stop, at the red light, everybody laughin at my yellow dirtbike. |
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And everythings alright |
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I got a beatin from Sherry, shes a transvesdite |
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Callin up my homies and Im askin yall |
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Bring twenty, bottles of alcohol |
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Playin football, and Im in trouble |
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They gave me the ball, I fumbled |
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And I cant believe, my best friends gay |
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Today was a bad day. |
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(Chorus:) |
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"Yeah..today was fucked up |
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hey man you gotta sing fo these niggas |
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Today was a bad day |
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Today was fucked up!" |
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(Verse 2:) |
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"I bust my ass in the shower |
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Got on this fresh new baby powder |
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Kids just today these dudes try to blast me |
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Saw the police, and got my ass beat |
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No flexin, wooped my ass, in the intersection, till I shoot thats the question |
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With the beats and, I was watchin rap city, shootin them craps, I got fifty |
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Shake em up (x3) |
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Shake em |
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A couple a niggas, watch me all break em |
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They beat my ass, I need nine, nine eleven |
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They threw my ass through this back door |
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They took all my cash flow |
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Punched me in the chest, and kicked me in the asshole |
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I just found out, my best friends gay |
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Today was a bad day." |
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(Chorus:) |
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"Yeah..today was all fucked up |
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rainin an shit. |
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Today was a bad day |
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Rainin shit, yeah. |
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You seen that shit nigga |
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Today was fucked up!" |
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(Verse 3:) |
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"Left my homies house paid, picked up this chick been tryin rape since twelth grade |
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Its ironic, |
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decisions and demand |
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An art test fired on the fan (?) |
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Took a trip to Miami |
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Got my ass beat at the twenty first grammys |
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My dick is so weak, so weak, so weak I put my own ass to sleep |
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Woke up around one, didnt hesitate to say that she didnt cum |
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Ridin down seven mile coast an, sippin on a potion, rubbin on some baby oil lotion |
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And nothin seems, to work out |
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She smacked me in the face, and mirked out |
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Today was like one of those bad dreams, jackin off with a bowl full of whip cream |
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Helicopter lookin for the murderer |
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Two in the mornin got the Cody allen (?) burger |
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Even with the lights of the good year blimp, and in red, bizarre aint shit |
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Drunk as hell, and Im throwin up |
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Page your cat off, so you know it aint blowin up |
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I found that my best friend was gay |
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Today was a bad day.." |
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(Chorus:) |
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"You seen that shit nigga |
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Today was a bad day |
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Today was fucked up! |
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Hannicap Circus, commin soon |
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Bizarre, HannniCap Circus |
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Today was a bad day mother fucker |
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Fuck yall." |
