Carl - SPC Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Carl] December 25th and it's Christmas time Me and Peter on that Christmas wine Sam and Stu in that Christmas sunshine And now I gotta go back to Christmas uh time It's so cold out here, it's so warm out there And we f**ers ain't got a f**ing chair We only got two, we need four people In this mother f**ing crib; sitting on the pool table He's got the red f**ing balls behind him Peter's f**ing - sun shining WrestleMania 17 on the TV Mother f**ers - you can't see me John Cena's entrance, now he comes out He wasn't there in 2001 now [?] [Verse 2: Sam] Yo, yo Me and Stu do better things We hate these things This country So sh** We go to Canada [Verse 3: Carl] Fat boy - and he wears some shorts [?] when I was saying that Stu was on the computer And he's about to lay a track down I'ma lay the smack down on this mother f**er Slap it up, back down To the floor now he's on the mat now Looking at the clouds and they f**ing clap now They go surround sound in the zone And he's looking like "where the f** is all my friends?" They don't even feel him And the beat's gone [Bridge: Peter] And the beat's gone And the beat's gone [Verse 4: Carl] Stuart Car off to Canada And he's about to pick some bras off the bar Cause chicks throw them at him but he won't do nothing 'bout it Now he's gonna Do Yeah, he's got some doo-doo on his shoe He looks down it was a grizzly bear's poo Then he said to the bear "What you doing here? Why've you got brown hair like my Mum's vagina?" [Verse 5: Sam & (Peter)] Yeah Yeah, yeah he wears them fly clothes Yeah yeah (Gonna shag hoes) Dem shorts (Dem shorts) Dem chains, dem shorts, dat jumper Dat earring Dat dat dat dat dat hair He drinks D [Verse 6: Carl] Woke up this morning I was feeling fine I was waiting for my friends Got up at nine Brush my teeth, went in the shower Waiting for this mother f**er for half an hour We were waiting in the kitchen Peter's coming No he isn't "Where the f** is that guy? He's a fat guy" Rolling in his car going down the backside Going down the hill Try'na pop a pill But he can't because his f**ing a** on the wheel And he can't turn it Peter's swerving like an alcoholic Then he gets here; we go to bowling Yeah you know, yeah we know we're rolling Got the bounce on the beat and we're hitting all the hoes in the street Yeah, yo, you know what? You know what I mean? Now we f**ing throw the pins like 'yep, yep, yep, yep' So many pins knocked down So many pins knocked down No taking piss of emails "Yo, b**h can I get your email?" She said "No. You can get my friend's" I said "I don't want your friend's I want your friend in the back of my Benz With her pants down and her booty going round Throw it on the back Yo, get on the handstand Uh, what the f** did we do next? We went golfing - driving range Mother f**er look at me driving things Okay, 9 holes let's talk about the first hole I got the first one cause I need the goal And I need to score Hit it off the f**ing wall But there ain't no walls there's only f**ing trees The guys in the front of us - they were smoking trees The guys behind us - they need to smoke some trees Relax now Can't concentrate when they're in the background Wanna f**ing slap them right back down Cause the f**ing place they came from is Poynton I don't see the point in them being here Cause they are f**ing so queer And I can't f**ing stand them behind me Gotta hit them with the sweet chin music And you know I got the sweet chin I rhymed the same things None of us can putt None of us can putt No, none of us can putt No no, none of us can putt No, we can't putt the ball, we can't put it down Put it in the hole and we bring it back around And we get in Peter's Car and we going to the bar And we need to go real far, real real far It took about 30 minutes, driving in the traffic; Swerving lane to lane now you gotta keep it cla**ic Something on the radio that make us feel so good Then we getting, uh, I need some soul food I'm so hungry, gimme that starter But we ain't starters, we getting all the plarters - That's platter, or something else I don't really give a f**, it doesn't matter Buffet or a bouquet but there's only one course Then he got a steak with the motherf**ing Diane sauce I don't know mother f**er, keep it real [Outro: Peter] That was awesome Really? The last line was 'diane sauce'?