go and P upon a tree. The people walk by and say, "Aiyy D M C". No no, no no, yo bro it is not me, right? I got to P, I got to P upon a tree, right. I got to P, I got to P upon a tree
Bài hát R. I. P. 2 My Youth - The Neighbourhood. And you could call this the funeral. I'm just telling the truth. And you can play this at my funeral. Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin. Might go
Dirty rotten filthy stinking rich. Oh oh yeah Italian cars as long as my street. I'm gonna wear exotic animals on my feet. Pretty rocks on my fingers, pretty bells on my toes. Lots of caviar for m
{Uhh, that was creepy. I would rather slurp rancid tuna salad out of my own ass. Or scour my boobies off with a rusty S O S pad. Or hump a piece of splintered balsa wood}
