Rainbows & Stuff Songtext
This one goes out to that special someone in my life
We all have someone special, this is for them
I like ice cream, cherry pie and lemonade with summer breeze
I like rainbows, leafy trails, and puppy dogs with bumble bees
I like cotton candy candy gum, and bumber cars, and carnivals
Golden skys, and hazle eyes, and sand in between my toes, but
Something tells me that I hate you
Something tells me I must kill you
You ain't shit but a slutty ass mother fucker
Slut you fucking whore, I fucking hate you
I like birthday candle cakes, and titty shakes with silicone
Secret whispers, and D-Loc's sister, and apple dips, and gingerbread homes
Faygo chills they give me thrills, and nyquil pills they make me smile
Hershey kisses, and happiness is something so bliss and yet all the while
Something tells me that I hate you
Something tells me I must kill you
Suck my fuckin dick fuck off
Go fuck you self you funky as beeatch
Come on, come on (bitch)
Come on, come on (bitch)
I fuckin hate you
Come on, come on (bitch)
Come on, come on (bitch)
If I was you I'd slap that bitces nipples shut
I like Shaggy, he's my friend I like his mom cause she's nice to me
Thank you J, I like you too, well its ok, were family
Raver chicks, and kung-fu flicks, and sugar sticks like lolly-pops
All of these things happiness brings
But my hatred for you dont stop
Something tells me that I hate you
Something tells me I must kill you
(repeats until song ends)
Props to J Ya Dead Homie for taking the time to type these lyrics and send them in.
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We all have someone special, this is for them
I like ice cream, cherry pie and lemonade with summer breeze
I like rainbows, leafy trails, and puppy dogs with bumble bees
I like cotton candy candy gum, and bumber cars, and carnivals
Golden skys, and hazle eyes, and sand in between my toes, but
Something tells me that I hate you
Something tells me I must kill you
You ain't shit but a slutty ass mother fucker
Slut you fucking whore, I fucking hate you
I like birthday candle cakes, and titty shakes with silicone
Secret whispers, and D-Loc's sister, and apple dips, and gingerbread homes
Faygo chills they give me thrills, and nyquil pills they make me smile
Hershey kisses, and happiness is something so bliss and yet all the while
Something tells me that I hate you
Something tells me I must kill you
Suck my fuckin dick fuck off
Go fuck you self you funky as beeatch
Come on, come on (bitch)
Come on, come on (bitch)
I fuckin hate you
Come on, come on (bitch)
Come on, come on (bitch)
If I was you I'd slap that bitces nipples shut
I like Shaggy, he's my friend I like his mom cause she's nice to me
Thank you J, I like you too, well its ok, were family
Raver chicks, and kung-fu flicks, and sugar sticks like lolly-pops
All of these things happiness brings
But my hatred for you dont stop
Something tells me that I hate you
Something tells me I must kill you
(repeats until song ends)
Props to J Ya Dead Homie for taking the time to type these lyrics and send them in.
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