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
It was a slow, gradual realisation that I couldn't possibly be right.
Th eblow was softened because it always made me laugh whilst listening to the song and trying to work out what it must really be. Of course, laughing at the time also made this harder to do.
8/16/2006 7:54 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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