KURIOUS: (Talking)
Oh man. Bitches man bitches! Sick & tired a this shit.
You know what I'm sayin'? Want my money talkin' shit don't know
how to act phuckin' tired man. FPhuck'm I gonna do man? Have to put
a foot up your ass? Phuckin' tired of it man. Phuckin' buy you this
buy you that Phuck that shit! Kurious aint havin' it. Know what I'm
sayin'?
DEL:
Boo boo head boo boo head, boo boo head
I want you dead
I want you bled & bleeding
needing medical assistance, resistance
ya kiss meant nuthin'
you was bluffin'
stuffin' my brain with insane thoughts & notions
most intelligent people freak you
because they'll know
you'll give ya all
give up your drawls
flap ya jaws & lyin'
& have me cryin'
I'll admit it
someone before musta shitted down your neck
boo boo head
but can you be dead?
with fled
instead of the murda
I'll just tell everybody what I heard of
word up.
[CHORUS:]
D: All a this over boo boo heads,
K: All a this, all a this...
Back in elementary school
you made me drool
I was cool
& rules were never broken
a token,
of our friendship
all my friends flippin' somersaults
the fault was not yours
of course, they didn't know, yo
grils was yucky
clear 'round & get slapped like a puck-y
but you never said 'Phuck me'
that wasn't in the pictua
I couldn't hit ya with ya hair & braids
and the games we played
were fun
till one day a friend said,
'Boo boo heads tur
