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 wasn't sure of the lyrics, so I asked my friend when the song was playing at the restaurant we work.
"What does the girl say? I hope you're dead?"
She laughed hard and said after a while:
"I hope you dance, idiot"
But now, my friend cofesses my lyrics are much better.
9/9/2002 2:23 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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