You what son?

You what son?

you wanna make luv on da heath

underneath

the apple trees(lisp)

im not a batter

i dont swing both ways

i only enjoy da puddy

like my daddy

but we dont share

or awkwardly stare

at each other

in a bother

on a Tuesday.

Doc says I got the clap

that just means i got the crowd

on der feet

mandems go wild

like da women

mad respect

BIG UP BERKSHIRE

livin is tuff

gotta trim that rough

back on the green

making it on da scene

not lick you

you sink like a fatty poo

after a particular hydrogenous dinner period,

eating primarily hydrocarbonous foods,

inc. cheese, potatoes, butter, chocolate

i like to think i have won this

so if you could tell my ma i did would be great

you da puddy tang.