Knights Of The Round Table Songtext

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Knights Of The Round Table Songtext
i like to suck grime, i do it all the time
i rub it on my leg, then spritz it with a lime
we're here to make scrill and we're gonna do it ill
if you won't eat a bun i guess i will
we're hard like nails, i got some pet snails
i'm gonna find some rocks, and put them in some pails
my name is big p, the girlies like me
i've got some gloves and i wear them tightly
so bitches over there, bitches over here
when they see me you'll hear the cheer
we are seq, and we will fuck with you
so come on over, and sniff a big poo
when in rome, eat the fucking foam
or come over here and look at my dome
now do the math, and take a bath
and motherfucker: stay out of our path

i pimp the little kids, my underwear's got skids
props to all the pakis, seq ain't blackies
hiding in the showers, looking at guys' sackies
no one's better'n us, i drink lots of puss
i like to go poo, i like to go pee
i make all the squirrels go tee hee hee
snortin a rail, puking in a pail
i get so drunk, i suck on my male
take a dump, take a motherfucking dump
stick a coffeepot up a fucking cunt
i got a beaverpelt, i didn't know it smelt
i gave a little whiff, my face began to melt
poking at a whale, migratory quail
when i'm counting things on my pH scale
giving fat guys massages in their garages
watching out for squid laundry
my name is big nig and i'm an ace
you better watch out, i'll break your fucking face

i'm like a coal miner, i'll eat an ocean liner
heavy p's mom was an interior designer
rubbin pantyhose, sleep on cheerios
three syllables: over expose
i'll tie you up with a shoe lace
leave you in storage space
throw you in interplanetary space
i've got a sausage roll with bithumous coal
calender method of birth control
i wear a wrist watch, i used to drink scotch
when i was a soup in my mother's crotch
would someone pass a wipe cuz i got a poopy dipe
if you've heard of seq then you've heard of all the hype
i think i shit my pants, but i'll take the chance
i won't clean them out, i'll just do a little dance
i'm chillin like dylan and illin like penicillen
if the bitch is willin she can suck my cream filling
i've got fucked up shit, i had a fudge fit
watch me take a crap on an apricot pit
nods to squid, rape a kid
cuz t dub's out with a toaster lid
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