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
I was listening to it just now, and it occured to me that it sounded like, "Havin' eight clothes," which didn't make sense, so I looked up the lyrics.
10/28/2008 4:32 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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