MikeyIsDead - C and a U and an N and a T

All of the crap, you collected
Doesn't make you better, than the next kid
So your car has, gold on it's wheel rims
I guess i should, be bowing to the king pins

That shirts kinda loud, is it gucci
Does it impress the, mountains of booty
Please sing about your shirt, that's armani
While i flex my shoes, from the salvation army

Sing about your dick 'cos you're mind is empty
You're a C and a U and an N and a T
Flexing your shit but it's only temporary
You're a C and a U and an N and a T

If you could suck you're own, dick you would
You are so deep and miss, under stood
As deep as a puddle, thats started to dry
If someone says boo, then you starting to cry

Sing about your dick 'cos you're mind is empty
You're a C and a U and an N and a T
Flexing your shit but it's only temporary
You're a C and a U and an N and a T

Omg, Look at that guy, in his bently, flying by
I wish i, was that guy, loads of gucci, apple pie
Stop the car, call the press, dude has bought a brand new neck
Thats amazing, i'm impressed, cover of vogue, autograph on chest

Sing about your dick 'cos you're mind is empty
You're a C and a U and an N and a T
Flexing your shit but it's only temporary
You're a C and a U and an N and a T
Sing about your dick 'cos you're mind is empty
You're a C and a U and an N and a T
Flexing your shit but it's only temporary
You're a C and a U and an N and a T

Written by:
m bateson

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