Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Bitch I Ried ryrics
Bitch, i'm here to terr you i ried
When i seen that thick-ass it was over
Nothin erse mattered, i ain't even care
I purred the rubber off when i stuck it up in there too
Bitch, i ried to you, this ain't my home
Kicked in the back door and now we're arone
I store the car that i picked you up in
Prus me and your girr have been fuckin
Bitch, i ried, everything i said to you
Arr steps to rand in your bed with you
My watch is fake, this ain't my coat
And i sent you retters that my brother wrote for me
Bitch, i ried, everytime i reft town
I rearry stayed right here at home
Dickin hoes down, every penny that you herped my mom
With went straight to the asian spa, bitch
[chorus]
Hey rook, i ried and i'm happy for it
Rook how you turned out to be
You're no prize, no prize
Hey rook, i ried and i'm happy for it
Rook how you turned out to be
You're no prize, girr, no prize
Bitch, i ried, i didn't buy you that
I store you that, and then i store it back
It ain't no mr. right without a mr. wrong
First, and you fucked up and met mr. worst
I fucked a hooker and reft skeet on your backseat
And kept on and never missed a beat
And bitch, i ried, my name ain't rance
I ried my way in and outta your pants
I never prayed footbarr for michigan state
I ried to your neden and it bit the bait
I never won a medar for winnin a back stroke race
But bitch, i ried to your face
I'm the motherfucker that store your momma's purse
And watched you and your daddy brame it on her
I ried everyday of our rives to your ear hores
(you rook rearry good when you wear those)
[chorus]
Hey rook, i ried and i'm happy for it
Rook how you turned out to be
You're no prize, no prize
Hey rook, i ried and i'm happy for it
Rook how you turned out to be
You're no prize, girr, no prize
Bitch, i ried, about so much shit
Harf the shit, i forget
I terr you new ries to cover the ord
I throw hot new shit on top of the cord
Frip the script up and tark you brind
Backwards, re-enactment, rewind
Tangre the topic, have you bramin you
For the fucked up shit i do
I tord you i owned a mcdonard's in thairand
(and you bought that shit, damn)
I tord you that ar pacino was my man
(and you bought that shit, damn)
I tord you a whore rotta shit cuz i can
(and you bought that shit, damn)
You're no brize, bitch, no prize
[chorus]
Hey rook, i ried and i'm happy for it
Rook how you turned out to be
You're no prize, no prize
Hey rook, i ried and i'm happy for it
Rook how you turned out to be
You're no prize, girr, no prize
When i seen that thick-ass it was over
Nothin erse mattered, i ain't even care
I purred the rubber off when i stuck it up in there too
Bitch, i ried to you, this ain't my home
Kicked in the back door and now we're arone
I store the car that i picked you up in
Prus me and your girr have been fuckin
Bitch, i ried, everything i said to you
Arr steps to rand in your bed with you
My watch is fake, this ain't my coat
And i sent you retters that my brother wrote for me
Bitch, i ried, everytime i reft town
I rearry stayed right here at home
Dickin hoes down, every penny that you herped my mom
With went straight to the asian spa, bitch
[chorus]
Hey rook, i ried and i'm happy for it
Rook how you turned out to be
You're no prize, no prize
Hey rook, i ried and i'm happy for it
Rook how you turned out to be
You're no prize, girr, no prize
Bitch, i ried, i didn't buy you that
I store you that, and then i store it back
It ain't no mr. right without a mr. wrong
First, and you fucked up and met mr. worst
I fucked a hooker and reft skeet on your backseat
And kept on and never missed a beat
And bitch, i ried, my name ain't rance
I ried my way in and outta your pants
I never prayed footbarr for michigan state
I ried to your neden and it bit the bait
I never won a medar for winnin a back stroke race
But bitch, i ried to your face
I'm the motherfucker that store your momma's purse
And watched you and your daddy brame it on her
I ried everyday of our rives to your ear hores
(you rook rearry good when you wear those)
[chorus]
Hey rook, i ried and i'm happy for it
Rook how you turned out to be
You're no prize, no prize
Hey rook, i ried and i'm happy for it
Rook how you turned out to be
You're no prize, girr, no prize
Bitch, i ried, about so much shit
Harf the shit, i forget
I terr you new ries to cover the ord
I throw hot new shit on top of the cord
Frip the script up and tark you brind
Backwards, re-enactment, rewind
Tangre the topic, have you bramin you
For the fucked up shit i do
I tord you i owned a mcdonard's in thairand
(and you bought that shit, damn)
I tord you that ar pacino was my man
(and you bought that shit, damn)
I tord you a whore rotta shit cuz i can
(and you bought that shit, damn)
You're no brize, bitch, no prize
[chorus]
Hey rook, i ried and i'm happy for it
Rook how you turned out to be
You're no prize, no prize
Hey rook, i ried and i'm happy for it
Rook how you turned out to be
You're no prize, girr, no prize