I Got All The Toilet Paper (Toilet Paper Gang) – Cage
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When I pull up with the rolls I ain’t talking Bentley Squeeze the Charmin my clip is empty Fill your Testarossa with holes like I’m supposed to Put lead in the head of a grocer like a holster Tried to limit me to 2 packs no biz I’ll take these 2 plus his and his Plus hers and hers plus them and theirs Fuck what you sayin I ain’t leaving them with 2 squares
I got all the toilet paper Go wipe your ass with napkins you fuckin haters Run up in your spot like the pigs more like Santa Claus Except I’m giving gun shots to all the girls and boys Now run all the toilet paper Go wipe your ass with napkins you fuckin traitors Run up in your crib like the pigs more like Santa Claus Except I’m giving gun shots to all the girls and boys
Dreams of burnin shit down since a kid with a book of matches Jumping up and down on my fuckin mattress Can’t teach you savages I’m fuckin classless The most paper you ever had is to wipe your ass with Sitting on a white cloud with a Kalashnikov Pallets of angel soft when I drop the demons off Only got ourselves to blame for how we got in Hell All praise the King of Cottonelle Word
I got all the toilet paper Go wipe your ass with napkins you fuckin haters Run up in your spot like the pigs more like Santa Claus Except I’m giving gun shots to all the girls and boys Now run all the toilet paper Go wipe your ass with napkins you fuckin traitors Run up in your crib like the pigs more like Santa Claus Except I’m giving gun shots to all the girls and boys