DOSTOYEVSKY

作曲 : Tommy Cash/A. G. Cook

I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day

I'm c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky like a

Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way

They call me God, all the bitches just pla

I'm lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky all the way

Smile on my face, why the sky so grey?

I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray?

Sorry, what? I didn't hear what you say

Oh yeah

I think I got a problem

Woke up in a Harem

We forget it, then I got 'em

**** in her ass, smoother ahh, чё?

Ah, ah, ah, yeah

**** in her ass, her pussy smells like herring

Run with the Aquaman, I could eat a kiwi

Mo?t on my peepee, and you still don't believe me

I'm so rare, you will never see me

On my tongue, girl, la-la-la

Peelin' my banana-na

From a world of [?]

Sounds like [?]

Kiss girls, 'cause I can talk fast

Gopnik on the streets, Dostoyevsky on the sheets

Kanye East with my words — best friend with your c**t, yeah

**** tastes like [?] school, bitches call me Scissorhands

Not good for fingering, but they might cut hella bands

Got a way with words, I'm good with my mouth

I be livin' in the streets because [?] burned my house

It's getting hot in here, if we measure by the temperature

Got the fifth gear in smoking, with agents and managers

I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day

I'm c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky like a

Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way

They call me God, all the bitches just pla

I'm c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky like a

Smile on my face, why the sky so grey?

I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray?

Sorry (A. G.) I didn't hear what you say