Earache My Eye

I said, "I smoke every now and then"

But when I really need one, I gotta have one

Just dyin', great tricks

(Yeah, so?)

To the 6-9, that was a double deuce

(You said someone about someone about, "It's on")

See? That's all

(What does this thing do? Oh there it goes)

Where you goin'?

(I'm right here, what are you doing?)

I'll do black and white trip? (Uh-huh)

Oh, gotta get 'em X skin on the black and white (yeah)

You know what it is? (Of course) It's like an in-between thing

(Oh, I didn't know about this) I'm not black, I'm not white (where, where's, where's the switch?)

I'm kind, you know

(Where's the switch?) Where's what switch?

(Where's the black and white switch?)

Oh you gotta get it fixed up? Right over here

(You see, this is dust, everything here is dust)

(Danny, what up? Is that your lover?) Yeah

(Really?) I love BBQ's

(So now that) The only reason I barbecue on 'em on Wednesdays

Is because he fuckin', fuckin' falls in the grill

Little beaner

Hehe

(Oh, what was that?) Little fuckin' tooth

Carlos did it no, hehe

(Carlos?) Hey now, you can do it on command?

You know as, know well as you do, you can come whenever you want

(Tacos) I'm the one who gave Taco his name, you know that?

I said, can you believe that? I said, "We had that barbecue," and he goes

"Oh, you wanna go to Taco?"

Da-nuh-nuh, da-nuh-nuh, dah-dah-dahn

Órale

Where he at?

My mama talk-a to me, tried to tell me how to live

But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve

My daddy, he disowned me 'cause I wear my sister's clothes

He caught me in the bathroom with a pair of pantyhose

My basketball coach, he done kick me off the team

For wearin' high heels sneakers, 'cause I'm actin' like a queen

Gonna tie my pecker to a tree, to a tree

Gonna tie my pecker to a tree

(Gonna tie his pecker to a tree)

Getcha boogie on

Go, head

The Earth is comin' to an end, and I don't give a damn

As long as I have my bitch, oh I'ma fuck you

It don't bother me if people think I'm funny

'Cause I'm a big rockstar, and I make lots of money

Money, money, money, money (are you talkin' pesos?)

Money, ka-ching

Ka-ching

Lots of money

Lots of money

Lots of money (I'm so bloody rich)

Lots of money

Lots of motherfuckin' money

I get lots

I own shopping centers and parking lots

And stocks, and all that shit

I own you, ha

You too

You three

For me

Hee-hee

Ho-ho

Get your groove on

Let's bring it back one more time, Jonathan

Jonathan on them drums, gettin' even slower

More groovin', slow that shit down crazy slow

Come on, death, right here, slow, ah

Don't give a fuck, break it out

You even know, Boy George is on heroin

We don't give a fuck

Rick James is in a crackhouse

And I'm fuckin' paying, that's all that matters

The bomb is a fuckin' in house

Loco

Give me some