Cock of the Walk - Foghorn Leghorn

Belch on the track bruh Lil Dilly Productions aughhhhhh I want balls in my ass, balls in my face Stick that cock in and pick up the pace Ride it so sticky, it be sprayin like mace If you don't like cock then you're a disgrace I like men do you like em' too? Cum inside my ass and rub on that lube Pussy so gross and titties too I'd rather chill with my homies and fuck em' blue Kiss on my lips so we get attached Dick so fat it put me in a trance Make em' cum, I ain't leaving it up to chance Paint a picture on my back like we in France Oooo I told you Lil Dilly go hard bruh I got peyronies disease Slurpin' while on my knees Open up yo ass and stop being a tease Slurpin so hard I can taste his dick cheese Can I suck on yo balls if I say please?

Stoned is the way of the walk (as I stroll the ever way) Stoned is the way of the walk (as I stroll the ever way) Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat Some think I'm a criminal But, yo I ain't all of that Hit you with the baseball bat When you wanna ill, though Wanna mess around You get fucked on the hill bro Kick it like a steel toe, real slow Hits from the bong, make me feel like Cheech And I'm kickin' it with Chong Just like Cheech & Chong (Chong), frontin' with ice cream Cypress Hill is here to give you a nice dream Speak it like a rolla', and you know it's rolled tightly (tightly) I'm like the funky beat so, why ya tryin' to fight me Pigs often cite me, that's not polite G And any hour of the day you know I might be Harassed by a pig real fast They wanna Rodney King me Always tryin' to crown my ass Ain't got no class (no class) I hit their ass like the Buddha that's stinky They wanna scruff but, they just so rinky-dinky I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk Sen got the Philly, and he's gonna light the blunt Sippin' at the Khufu make me go cuckoo Somethin' like loco then turn into this loo coo Bringin' the beta, yeah, now the funk is risin' Got the beta bass and the nasal highs and As I kick a trip, it comin' straight from my sinus Crazy nasal vocals, cannot make the hotties loco I remember Sister Maggie, breast were kinda saggy Used to sell me Buddha outta fucked up little baggies Honeyed up a twenty even when I had no money She said, "Pay me back with some Latin dick, sonny" He never went out, and I don't think I'm gonna Just for some Buddha, she wanted me to bone her Demeaning, ya think ya know what I'm meanin' I got somethin' for the hoes to be schemin' On the Buddha-Real. I take a trip to Hootaville I'll throw ya out the door of my big blue Seville Then light another joint This ain't no exploitation (point) For we are the one's stonin' in the ways of the masters (of the masters, yeah) Stoned is the way of the walk (as I stroll the ever way) Stoned is the way of the walk (as I stroll the ever way) Stoned is the way of the walk (as I stroll the ever way) Stoned is the way of the walk (as I stroll the ever way) Hit they ass, hit they ass (as I stroll) Make the Buddha get stinky (get stinky) Woo, woo Alas, Cap'in there's a ship in sight Haha, blast 'em!

I'm a chicken hawk, huntin' for a chicken Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin' Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin' With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon Jones house, cough without the bones I rolled ya up and smoked you like cones Split the seed and grow you like clones Don't start-me-up, cause I'm not the Rolling Stones But I get stoned with a little help from my friends With the (gubla), then I passed it round back to me again I can make you famous like Amos Same as the last punk, when I stuck the gatt up his anus Hear me growl: Grrra! Howl! I got the night vision like the wise old owl I'm comin' ta fetch ya Yeah home direct ya Bury them bones Under my home and Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! Take my weapon, step into a whole new realm And step back, as I take up the helm On the pirate ship I'm steerin' Droppin' the gearing Just realize what you're hearin' The cannon sounded That's my companion: surrounded As my crew comes pounding As the captain Afro-america Whole lotta gattin' With the loc'ed out latin Busted! Yo, I'm red beard with a musket Better duck quick 'cause ya might get dusted Your gatt looks rusted, disgusted Oh look away, look away boy as I rush it Yes I know that you can't withstand it Watch that ass cause punk I'll brand it With a steel-toe, how you feel now When my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo Cry on a pillow, weeping-ass willow The Hill got the skill for the static like brillo Hmmm, what you talkin' 'bout punk Gimme room as I light up the boom Cock the hammer, wave the white banner Ever heard a Glock go 'click' like a camera? Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action!

Lately, I've had this bad sinking feeling A premonition There ain't gonna be a happy ending No happy ending And I've been trying to reach out And hold you The more I try, I push you away From me Away from me Maybe I'll go down to Clonakilty Got friends over there, I could work for Maybe the good times and the memories Might change your mind If I ask you this time To go with me go with me No matter in this world, where you wander What matters is how you live in this world Maybe the good times and the memories If I ask you this time You might change your mind And come with me And come with me Lately, I've had this bad sinking feeling A premonition, there ain't going to be a happy ending No happy ending

These battles hard to it Hard fought and hard won No one a winner No one a wandering son Shoulder arms at the ready Make good and take aim Ill winds may be blowing But we're all that remains Whatever the reasons whatever the game Who's ever proceedings but not in my name There'll always be someone to answer It's always the same Ill winds may be blowing But we're all that remains As big as the land and the ocean As far as that may seem Whatever is fixed can be broken You know what I mean I'll always be someone and other Someone to blame Ill winds may be blowing But we're all that remains Ill winds may be blowing But we're all that remains We're all that remains We're all that remains

Smoking weed goes fast and faster See his eyes lit up with joy Mixing pleasure with disaster Got a job as a pizza boy Got a job as a pizza boy Up on the pavement With the wheel bent One more job and he's done Going the wrong way down the one-way Hit the road and he's gone Fifty orders to deliver From the poor to the hoi polloi Throw them all into the river Loves his job as a Pizza boy Loves his job as a Pizza boy Sneak on the inside Through the red light One more job and he's done Going the wrong way on the one-way Hit the road and he's gone Oooooooh Oh sweet Jesus The brakes I'm falling The road is so hard And the angels are calling Me Are calling Me Back on the pavement Through the red light One more job and he's done Back on the one-way going the wrong way Hit the road and he's gone

I've got bad thoughts on my mind Nobody knows the trouble I'm in So dark they make me feel blind Nobody knows, but me I'm way in over my head Nobody knows that trouble I'm in Spend more and more days in bed Nobody knows, but me My sorrow, sorrow sorrow Got my back up against the wall Nobody knows the trouble I'm in Stand-up, struggle and fall Nobody knows, but me Every stake is doubled and paid Nobody knows the trouble, I'm in Boxed in, can't wait to escape Nobody knows, but me My sorrow, sorrow sorrow Hungry babies don't understand What makes their daddy, a worrying man Losing money losing sleep Making promises that you can't keep hey Somethings gonna give My Sorrow Sorrow Sorrow

Cold alone, and lonely past the stroke of time A mother had a baby looked just fine There was something wrong, he couldn't breathe too easily The Doctors. Put that boy in the machine Holding onto life He clung onto the world Found himself a place to call a home But There was something wrong He couldn't think too easily The doctors kept that boy in the machine He used to laugh, he like to dream The boy was stuck in the machine Till he found someone to help him find a way Tried to make sense of himself And not rely on someone else The machine had found its way inside the boy So he found himself a life And a wife to call his own He found himself a way to get along There was much less wrong He could breathe more easily The story of that boy in the machine