Sixavelli

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 360] I'm at the Kwik-E-Mart to find where the Simpsons are I got money to give Bart 'cause he ticked me shard (come again) Yo, someone tell me where the strippers are I get it poppin' like throwin' ninja stars in a titty bar It might be a bit bizarre But I'm at my best friends funeral I'm cryin', but my dick is hard My mate showed me his minibar (check out my minibar) I couldn't stop askin' the cunt where the fuckin' midgets are Last week, I bought a Nixon mask Stole Bill Clinton's car and drove it into Monica Lewinsky's spa My girlfriend's a Gypsy with a job to do I'll sign your CD, she'll rob your shoes and your wallet too Drive by in a Commodore, ride right to the bottle shop Rock tie-dye, no knife fights I'm a white guy with a tomahawk Pause and ask the owner if he knows the fuckin' soccer score If our team's losing then we're fuckin' up his shop some more [Chorus: Pancho] I'm the kid your parents like to hate And I'm the kid that girlies like to taste Yes, I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late Everything you got, yeah I got it by mistake [Verse 2: 360] I think from all the benders I've rocked and all the ecstasy popped I suffer memory loss which means I don't remember a lot (what's that mate?) I like machetes because it's the weapon I've got Use it start connect the dots and your freckles and spots Even when I'm not right I'll never be wrong I'm levels beyond, on a level that you won't ever be on I take a photo of how Jesus died and I'll text it to God Message across I got a question for God, if we got the first Testament wrong Tell us where we got the second one from Yo from this day I never will flop, you want proof? I'll stab the end of my cock with this adrenaline shot Hey yo, my cock is a Cyclops, got Nikes on and they're high tops Meet you then tell you that your girl got a nice box Everything I do in life is quite wrong Need an apple a day, so I stole your fuckin' iPod [Chorus: Pancho] I'm the kid your parents like to hate And I'm the kid that girlies like to taste Yes, I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late Everything you got, yeah I got it by mistake I'm the kid your parents like to hate And I'm the kid that girlies like to taste Yes, I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late Everything you got, yeah I got it by mistake [Verse 3: Lunar C] I getting it in when I get in the ring It's a right left to the chin, I side step then I swing Got two bisexual identical twins In my ride, dressed up as gimps on a wild ketamine binge Getting more head than forceps You get T-bagged for sleepin', I let my balls rest on ya forehead If you're wondering why I haven't said "pause" yet And presumin' I'm talking about a dude then you're bent Speakin' at the court hearing naked, with my balls shaven That's what I call a bald statement Whole world on my shoulders, didn't think that I could balance it But it's lighter than you think like Michael Jackson's kids You don't know where the fuck you been, from Bradford to Melbourne we run this thing Took your chick to go fuck but the slut just sucked my dick till she bust a lip Fuck what I said before, I ain't got no money bitch Girls call me an arsehole 'cause I'm tight as fuck and full of shit [Chorus: Pancho] I'm the kid your parents like to hate And I'm the kid that girlies like to taste Yes, I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late Everything you got, yeah I got it by mistake I'm the kid your parents like to hate And I'm the kid that girlies like to taste Yes, I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late Everything you got, yeah I got it by mistake