Charlie Sheen Status [Fuck You]
Album: Light Of The Darkness: Six Sick Shits
By: Peanut Butter Mech & Tha Herban Lyf Project
By: Peanut Butter Mech & Tha Herban Lyf Project
Duration
3:03
Genres
Description
A song about Charlie Sheen and Kurt Cobain WINNING! Fuck posers! Fuck jerkers!
Lyrics
I want to snort cane with Cobain till my fucking eye's bleed Smoke weed till I can't breathe and my fucking brains drained Shoot me up, this angel dust, pop them bottles of 2-1-Dub (2-11) Hope I'm swallowing enough, to fill my guts, now what me bust Motha fucking gig! Fuck you x2 Fuck off, bitch! x2 I hang around drug dealers and rapist, some mad rappers and skaters This mad hatters been hating, these asshole, bastards faker than plastic bags, wrapped around grass we sell to lames. My game is hotter than Satan with mink on both his shoulder blades. So fuck these nigga's that think that they really know me. You fucking obsticals, my opticals can see you as a Goalie. Cock blocking and jocking off of my swag, it's fucking phoney. I'll burn yo fucking weave and then I'll kill the pony. I'm only motha fucking 22 And yeah that bitch was hella loose Met at 10 and fucked at noon Dumped my ass like I was puke Chucked a dues on bitch Stand and slip in piss Bitch is irrelevant, I kick rocks cause you a sediment Fuck it, let the fella's hit New chick Creamy Loving it Awesomeness Got Cel-Man iller than sipping bottles of arsenic Carnage is Taking over The alka seltzer to soda Pipe bomb in my motor Fuck my sperm donor I'm not a loner cause my dad beat my moms ass And she's showing a lot of sass and even more ass I bought this bat to put some cents up in yo dollar bags Just like hulk-sized chips, my appetites on smash I speak some fluent Swag Some sleep, some see on backs So keep them peeps in tact Before they peep some tacks Attacking the back of your backs Stab it with knives and yo cat Pussy Sitting on your couch with yo girl playing footsies Motha fucking gig! Fuck you x2 Fuck off, bitch! x2 Charlie Sheen status...x2 Cel-Man... Swag... Charlie Sheen Status...x2 Peanut Butter... Swag... I want to snort cane with Cobain till my fucking eye's bleed Smoke weed till I can't breathe and my fucking brains drained Shoot me up, this angel dust, pop them bottles of 2-1-Dub (2-11) Hope I'm swallowing enough, to fill my guts, now what me bust Motha fucking gig! Fuck you x2 Fuck off, bitch!
