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 pig p it wears a wig see
It tells me every single morning boy you're going to be big be
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

Writer : BOB SCHNEIDER
Copyright : Lyrics © BUG MUSIC