Letras
Put the liquor in your liver, put the body in the river
Tie a rock around the body and a string around your finger
September Mary, November Jane
This is Cory J, I'm here to get paid
I'm a fucking poet, paint a picture in two words
Wet pussy, now give me what I'm worth
I've been popping and locking, I've been sticking and moving
But everything I shoot just run off wounded
I've been stopping and dropping, I've been sticking and moving
But everything I shoot just run off wounded
Got a hangman's luck, an old Ford truck
A knick-knack paddywhack, probably on drugs
On drugs
Eighty-eight elephants all in a line
Eighty-eight elephants marching in time
Eighty-eight whips crack eighty-eight times leave Eighty-eight scars on eighty-eight hides
I've been popping and locking, I've been sticking and moving
But everything I shoot just run off wounded
I've been stopping and dropping, I've been sticking and moving
But everything I shoot just run off wounded
Fucking cosmonaut, popping when I need to lock
Banging on a woodblock, smoke it down from the top
Put the liquor in your liver, put the body in the river
Tie a rock around the body and a string around your finger
Eighty-eight elephants all in a line
Eighty-eight elephants marching in time
Eighty-eight whips crack, eighty-eight times leave
Eighty-eight scars on eighty-eight hides
I've been popping and locking, I've been sticking and moving
But everything I shoot just run off wounded
I've been sticking and moving
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