SEVEN PLAGUES OF ISRAEL lyrics : "Ghosts Of Yesterday (feat. Lord Of The Pitch)"
I hope you all like it, we all worked really hard on it,
And I tried my best not to color outside the lines.
GET THE !#@* UP!
LECH, LECH
Seven Plagues Of Israel, back again!
When this kicks in, I wanna see a circle pit, and at least three people dead!
Call the ambulance now!
Butterfly in a pie surprise,
If you don't like the prize then close your eyes.
I like to party, and I'm kinda starving,
Let's go get some pizza, I wanna $#&@ Barbie
Fire isn't something you should mess around with, it'll burn you down!
BLECH
Don't be so shallow, your mother is a nice fellow
Especially when I $#&@ed her, cause she's a marshmellow!
Obama's the antichrist (antichrist)
Cause he's a !@$@ (he's a !@$@)
Hoppin' around on those !@$@ legs (!@$@ legs)
You'd think he was tigger ($#&@in tigger!)
YO! Time to get my boy ice cream man on the beat.
Hope you're all ready to drop!
EOH!
These ghosts of yesterday will never cease to be
Everything I fear
So I wont sink instead I'll swim
And make noises like a pig!
Get a new lease on 2013 Ford Escape
0% down payment and 0% financing for 2 MONTS!
Now that's a deal I can STICK MY DICK INTO
Built Ford Tough
Attention to all those attending the 8th grade school dance:
When this %#@! kicks in, I WANNA SEE ALL YOU MOTHER!#@*ERS SQUAREDANCE!
SHMORGLE BORGLE!
OHHH!
Listen, there's a couple things you gotta do when you're making a sandwitch.
You gotta lay down that bread foundation
Spread a little pickles, spread a little bit of that mayo,
Or if you're a mustard guy that's okay too.
BLECH! My leg is a heg,
Man, you're name is Peg.
Ima kill you in the face (*##$ ^!$$%!
Don't you even think about takin up my %#@! ^!$$%s!
(*##$ $#&@ you
Ima hit you in the head with a shoe!
You a fat $$# ugly $$# hoe.
And I'm gonna knock you down in a row!
Give me back my dreams.
Silent cat screams.
Green bean beams.
Willy Wonka memes.
BLECH! !#$*!
$#&@ yeah, that breakdown was SICK!
All right, I think we got the song,
We got those dirty vox,
We got a crispy batch of breakdowns,
And some sensual cleans by mua!
Yeah, so I think our work here is done.
WAIT! I got one last thing to say to y'all!
C'mon Fred, what
Growin up on the street, it was $15 for a slice of meat,
I always had those cold feet, I was a fellow that you didn't wanna meet.
I never diverge from the beat,
Except when I'm goin through heat,
Like cats when they wanna, boom boom boom boom boom boom badeet!
When my eyes are closed, I see my grandma's nose.
I told my barber, Mose, that the trees aint grows, so he hit me with a corn rows.
I guess how that's the story goes,
So it goes...
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