DOSTOYEVSKY - Tommy Cash

I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day

I’m cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky like a

Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way

They call me God, all the bitches just play

I’m lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky all the way

Smile on my face, why the sky so grey?

I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray?

Sorry, what?

I didn’t hear what you say

Oh Lord

I think I got a problem

Woke up in a Harem

We forget it, then I got 'em

Yah, dick in her ass, smoother ahh,?

Ah, ah, ah, yeah

Dick in her ass, her pussy smells like seaweed

Run with the Aquaman, I could eat a kiwi

Moët on my peepee, and you still don’t believe me

I’m so rare, you will never see me

On my tongue, girl, la-la-la

Peelin' my banana-na

From a world of sta-nana

Sounds like na-na na-na

Kiss girls, 'cause I can talk fast

(A. G. Cook, live from new twenty thousand)

Gopnik on the streets, Dostoyevsky on the sheets

Kanye East with my words — best friend with your clit, yeah

Pussy tastes like corkscrew, bitches call me Scissorhands

Not good for fingering, but they might cut hella bands

Got a way with words, I’m good with my mouth

I be livin' in the streets because that song burned my house

It’s getting hot in here, if we measure by the temperature

Got the fifth gear in smoking, with agents and managers

I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day

I’m cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky like a

Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way

They call me God, all the bitches just play

I’m cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky like a

Smile on my face, why the sky so grey?

I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray?

Sorry (A. G.), but I didn’t hear what you say