| C.K.Y. - Bran's Drunken Freestyle lyric |
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Here comes this The garbage man ooh aah i payed ya on your face and then ill place you inside of my cell room and we can f*** you in the a** wit a broom and a baseball bat swing for the ridges swing for the high ho high low pitches cut my toenail left in stiches we bleed we used to call pants, britches hah, yea, oh no just yo, yo mr. homo allright lets settle down its time for class i missed the ryhme mrs. brown aww yea sucka gather up its about time you busted a nut bout time you let go bout time you found out retarted people are slow but they're smarter inside cause they can't hide their true feelings true cealings i'm jumpin off of you can you feel card hand dealing i'm dealing lucky numbers and if you're the next one you might stumble down that flight of stairs but i don't care that aint no help for you there aint no repair you might un end up make you bleed you aint movin' it's the freaks oh no oh no yo i'm still me i'm still the same i'm still the same i ever been i'm still the better, best best that there ever been and then i pissed down my throat tryed to row a boat i tryed to see ryan g flow but he just can't he took off his pants he pushed bugs and ants right up his a** oh creeping around even in a dream plot a scheme.... (fades)       
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