The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
The Story: And my blunt is my ho now
The Story: At home, drawing pictures, Of mounds of tots, With ham on top
My mother actually sings this song in my parent's southern rock band! I had head it a million times and was joking around about how I knew all the words to it with my friends, because it's not exactly our type of music. I even called it the bank hold-up song.
I still think I should change my name and move to another state.
3/16/2004 11:07 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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