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[Bizarre]

Yeah... This is dedicated to the big broads.

I m involved with this lady and she weighs 380,
And she barely can fit in my Mercedes,
She s takin my dough, my bank account, lookin low,
And I m bout to throw her ass out in the snow,
I buy her burgers and steaks, and all type of stuff,
But KFC and Ponderosa s just not enough,

[Chorus]
Dowwwnn Low
Fat Ho, keep it on the downnn low
Don t you be tellin your friends,
Keep it on the dowwwn low, fat ho
I thought KFC was enough,
Keep it on the Dowwwn Low, Fat Ho
I gave you all my food,

You came to my place high off Picardi
Had to learn to strip dance to my boys bachelor party,
She gave me head and broke my bed,
And there s really nothin else to be said

Now keep it on the Dowwwn Low, fat ho,
Keep it on the Downnn Low,
I m tired of shoppin at MaryAnne Plus,
Keep it on the downnnn low, fat ho
Supersized combo,
Keep it on the downnn low fat ho,
?? a very fat ho ??
On the downnn low
You had to go and steal my cheese curls

Keep it on the Downnnn Low [Repeat x 2]

You gotta stop pagin Rico
Federation Records aint got my little ??
Keep It on The Down Low

These tables are haunted
By the ghosts of Las Vegas
Their chips were once mountains
But they came here to play
They could take me if they wanted
But I have nothing worth counting
And like the sands of Nevada
They go drifting...

{Worms of the earth}
{Worms of the universe}

Gentlemen our faith is wounded
And yes, we are wounded too
They ve come out from the swamp
But we, we stand on both legs
They will roll over and over and over again

So lauft das

Ich park den Wagen aus- ich schmeiss das
Tape rein und fahr den
Wagen raus- dreh mehr Bass rein- wir fahren gerade aus- spührst du die bassline- ich dreh den
Sound mal auf- hey- so läuft das ganz ohne grund- ey ich führ mein Mädchen dicht an meinen Mund- und...

Apologetic theory

Everything I m saying is coming out all wrong,
Please bear with me
I ve got so much to say
Let me explain myself to you

Forgive me, forgive me not
I m sorry for what it s worth, I know I m wrong...

Fancy

I remember it all very well lookin back
It was the summer i turned eighteen
We lived in a one room, rundown shack
On the outskirts of new orleans
We didn t have money for food or rent
To say the least we were hard pressed
And mama d spent every last penny we had
To...