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 brother thought this was the lyric. We were lying in our beds on Sunday morning, listing to our trusty AM transitor radio. He kept saying "Typhoon!" and we busted up laughing.
9/26/2002 10:04 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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