Tim Westwood Lyrics
i wasn't born mean i was pushed to stretch it, i
i walk the streets looking for some puss to fetch me, i'm like a vegi brains turn the mush im edgie, edgie enough to give regie bush a wedgie, if he dont give me kim things could get messy, so pass it ass to me let me squish the left cheek, and push against the right one till its smushed against me, and leave a dead body in the woods, the mc, with the christopher reef beef, we started off on the wrong foot, or should i say fake leg made out of wood i shouldnt, yes i should riding through the hood im chilling with westwood, im quite mellow, a white fellow, my pee is bright yellow, i like jellow, im like hello, to a cute little dyke on the mic im kinda like
me and west wood blastin off, jackin off in a pair acid washs, bumpin asher roth, cruisin drastic til i damn near crash the car, try ta smash em of of the dash, hit the over pass, went off, over the bridge, into on coming traffic caused, a massive fourty-two car pile up, not a scratch at all, hopped up holding an axe and saw, jason mask is off, and my face is plastered in tobasco sauce, spittin flame kickin fire out ya ass ya lil fag you can pass it on or battery acid dawg, you dont wanna get my ass ticked of, im harder than playing basketball, while im going through cracc withdrawls, dick so big its like elastic, i tie it in a knot and it looks like mr. fantastic, crossed the path of plastic man with a drastic force, put my penis on classic sports.
