Scabs - Bones lyrics

Bruce lee pack punches like brown bag lunches He get busy on the bad guy now why you want to flow fly Float like a bu*terfly sting you in the sphincter I got flavor like jolly rancher be taking you out like cancer Always got the answer I'm easy on the eye kid Candy's what I taste like you're like a Madonna hybrid Booty booty that's right be taking you out on fight night Be flippin' Smith Barney outta the back of the coupe your pants droop Baggy baggy britches I'll be leavin' you in stitches I knew this chic in Pasadena'd grant me sixty-nine wishes Now you're waiting on your savior trying to change your behavior 'Cause nineteen ninety nine be rollin' out the box soon exavior Hollander the prostitute be booty bangin' out the chute Be lookin' good in a three piece honey but baby you're so wack you got Bones Skeletons in the closet Everybody's got some But seein' is believin' and I think I've seen enough of your bones Stick it in your wallet call it whatever you want to call it In the business they call me sire I ain't ready to retire Buster good stuff baby baby oh you drive me crazy I been shaving my p**y clean for years cause that's the way you likes bu*ton down I'm off the hook Marilyn Manson got the look You want to party with ole king pancho you know that I am the head honcho Oh yeah I'm ready ready now get set don't fret my punch goes pow I'm a lover not a buster baby don't kick me in my nuts I got bones p**y gonna getcha if you don't watch it it'll let ya Throw your pride right down the drain you got that p**y on the brain Babylon five Mr. Goodbar in bangelamaine chasing the dragon your wagons sagging I think you know what I'm sayin' I'm saying your fishin' for fanny spankin' your