Call Provolone(feat. Lord Frith) (Explicit)歌词-Benny Troung&lord frith

Call Provolone(feat. Lord Frith) (Explicit)歌词由Benny Troung&lord frith演唱，出自专辑《Double O Chino (Explicit)》，下面是《Call Provolone(feat. Lord Frith) (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

Call Provolone(feat. Lord Frith) (Explicit)歌词完整版

作曲 : Benny Troung

I'm so drained. I'm so tired. I'm exhausted

And ya say New York City

And ya and ya say New York City

And ya say New York City

And ya and ya say New York City

Uh, uh

Happy birthday, I bought you a bag of **** (Happy birthday!)

Go ahead, smoke it up, have you seeing jackalopes (What the ****?)

Benny on the mic, Provolone on the saxophone

You are now playin' Double Dragon meets Battletoads (Huh-hya!)

That's a classic, highly regarded (Yeah)

Slightly retarded, I survived the abortion (Duh)

My momma went back and asked for a refund (I want my money back!)

*****, I'm turnin' thirteen in three months

Every b-day has been the worst b-day

Except for the one where I got my first BJ (Got my **** sucked)

Nowadays catch me beggin' by the freeway

Or selling used socks to gay dudes on E-bay (Ooh)

Ask Max, me and him started clockin' cheese

They found out, said we violated policies (What?)

What the ****, man, a playboy gotta eat

Now we got your girlfriend turning tricks across the street

Shit

Uh, yeah

Hop on tracks like I ain't got the will to live (Boo hoo hoo)

Feelin' brash off the kind of pills that killed some kids

The body ain't built for this, hardly chill but still the shiz

Leavin' chicks filled with **** and bills for all the disks they slipped (Augh)

Skip the foreplay, **** what them whores say

Ask Jorge, I'm glorious times catorce (Si!)

Never sorry like the board game, the lord came

To purify and tame a never ending list of bores and lames (Shit)

I can handle em', cannibal with the mannerisms

Make you understand no living man could ever plan to diss him

Fans from the Atlantic, San Fran, and every planet system

Annually banish Stans with banter induced aneurysms

Causin' schisms with the rhythm of the rhyme

Don't gotta drop dimes, hoes would rather do the time

Than face the grimiest scum**** that ever you could find

Out my mind by design, six five ninety-nine

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, look

These are hard times, we drink hard liquor

Hard lives, barflies, you don't want our livers

Our kidneys, our lungs are already problems

(Agent Troung, you done tested positive for all drugs!)

Call Provolone said I need a helping hand

Yeah y'all, domes blown with this M1 Garand (That's a gun)

Program a drone, missile strikes on demand

Left a gram in the van, now we banned from Iran, man(Damn)

Clean getaway, the team celebrates

But we done seen some **** we can't never say (Secrets)

We goin' mad like the leader of Heaven's Gate

Waitin' for the comet, it's comin' by any day (Pchoo)

Where you gonna be when the **** hits the fan

I'll be with your ***** gettin' licked on my glans

Somewhere in the woods where we live off the land (Yeah)

Nudist colony, sixty ******* one man, damn

Smokin' herb mane

Smokin' herb mane

Smokin' herb, smokin' herb, smokin' herb mane

Drinkin', drinkin', drinkin'

Until I can't feel my nerves, mane

Hahahahaha

Give me the keys to these locks!

I don't have any... keys

Give me the keys to the lock!

I don't have a key, I don't know anything!

Give me the key!

I don't have-