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 got a lot of flak for this one. I sang it this way for ten years, in front of almost every person I encountered, until, one day, my parents finally told me the REAL lyrics, and then proceeded to break down into fits of hysteric giggles about a man with horrible flatulence, and, er, love, I guess.
8/27/2009 10:45 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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