Letra da Música: Bran's Freestyle - C.K.Y.

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Who wants to taste my jell-o salad?
You wanna taste my jell-o salad?
I'm gonna give it to you now

Smooth like my chopsticks
Hit you in the shit with my little ass dick
Ghetto
If you wanna see me, eat jell-o
I've never seen nothing like you before
I can kick you...
Higher than you can kick me
I can kick you way up into a tree
Who wants a taste of my Oolong Tea?
Ho ha ho ha ho chi chi
Everybody in the phonebook named Chang
Wanna see my wang?
Never could cause I go out with a bang
Waaaah
Everybody wanna see me throw a fireball
But that's not right
Not in real life
You will fall
Down and break your leg
Everybody wanna see me break an egg
Well I don't
But I like fried rice
And I got lice
Ching chang woo ching wang woo wice
That ain't nice
Oh a fortune cookie
I always charge you twice
Delivery's free
But not from me
I always charge a dollar fifty
55 Wanna see me cool guy?
Hit you with the line
Howwwwyyyyaaah
Wow when I hit you with the shit
Do a split, take a shit, after you eat my shit
Kungfu, Want my buffet?
You fucking gay
Ah, while I hit you with the hay
Stay the fuck away, hit you in the balls
Only Americans eat duck sauce
And my soy sauce is for you
I can put it in your shoe
Watch this, I can tiptoe while you take a piss
In my bathroom, spy on you and your little boy shit
Hooowyaaaah
I can kick you if you don't pay the bill
And if you want a little mint that's fifty cents
Bitch, everything costs a little bit
So don't expect nothin for free
At least from me
Ching chang choo wee
I got you from Taiwain City
And Hong Kong
I can smoke a bong
And I can do it all night long
And don't mistake me for a Viet Cong
I can get you and torture you, stake you
Never see me when I get you, make you
Rope you up
And put you in a bamboo cage
And make you feel all my rage
Poke you with a little stick till you
Page your buddies to come Napalm me
God damn that shit burn blue in my whole city
Ho-Chi-Minh, shoot a load on your chin
God damn that's a sin but he's gonna buy it
And if you want to come on in
You can work it to my world
Where the yellow shit begin
Hoooyyyaaaah
Can't be changed
I got shit flippin in your brain so be calm
Egg fu yung, egg lo mein
So come on in baby and have it just the same
Hooooyyyyaaahhh Haaaa


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