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    "Bad Dream" Lyrics


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    (Mr. Bones)
    I'm back, blowin' up like the World Trade
    Throw your hands in the air while the music played
    Comin' live and direct from Dimension X
    Where bitches bleed all day with no Kotex
    Broke necks
    Mind checks
    Seranaded with these beats
    How deep?
    About a hundred and fifty-two feet
    Don't sleep
    'Cause the boogyman will steal your soul
    And have you strung out on Remote Control
    And now your mind is broken and you feel pain
    What you call sanity's what I call insane
    I said your mind is broken and you feel pain
    What you call sanity's what I call insane
    My mind's flippin' on alcohol
    And marijuana
    Still I eat the rhythm alive like a piranaha
    Now Madonna done fucked everybody but me
    But I heard she got the clap (awwww!!)
    Pass me a Newport, and give me a light
    Image is nothing so I'ma drink me a Sprite
    Tonight's the night
    But my name ain't Betty White
    It's Mr. Bones
    And aggravating hoes please leave me alone
    I'm on my own
    In my little fucked up world
    And I ain't got time for silly games little girl
    'Cause I'm tryin' to be me
    And that's all I can be
    And if you see more, you best a-go and join the Army
    With the lyrics and rhythms that I be spittin'
    I seen it through your panties
    it was written on your kitten
    Smellin' like chicken
    But finger-lickin'
    And for my big Johnson, I got the propholactic vest
    So I won't bust no faulty shot
    'Cause that's highly illogical like Mr. Spock
    And I ain't tryin' to be a father any time soon
    And we only got one hour left in the motel room
    But that's enough time for me to hit the skin
    I can tell you want it baby, by the way that you grin
    Let me fondle on your breasts
    As we both undress
    And if you let me, I'ma bust a nut all up on your chest
    Bend over let me catch the rhythm as ya moan
    I love it when you tighten up and try to touch your toes
    As my dick smashes
    What a disaster
    Clit pleaser, call me the Thigh-Master
    'Cause I got a black belt in the art of Ol' Tongue-Fu
    Let me lick on your vagina as you holler at the moon
    Now mengo, mango
    Me and Tisha did the tango
    But little did I know my girl
    was looking through the window
    Now what was I to do, throw that bitch out in the street
    Fucked up hair, no panties, and bare feet
    Two...keep on fuckin' like ain't shit up
    Because a couple more strokes and I'ma bust that nut
    Three...play it cool, let the shit unfold
    Calmly get dressed and say, "fuck both of y'all hoes."
    Woke up in the backseat of a ride
    Tangled in the seatbelt, smellin' like peroxide
    Blood keeps gushin' from the side of my head
    And I wonder to myself am I alive or dead
    Reach for my dick, oh my God, I hope she didn't chop it
    Try to play the lunatic like Lorena Bobbitt
    All up in the place, confused and distraught
    She took back the new Polo shoes that she bought
    She tried to play me out with a fucked up scheme
    And then I blinked my eyes and woke from my bad dream
    This song was submitted on February 24th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Barry Alan Gibb, Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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