
Go Fuck yourself, Chooch Town, Hammell on Trial, Hey, you! You wouldn't make a Phone call, if it didn't serve you, You turn up at the Funeral, and you think you're the big mohawk, Go Fuck Yourself! Hey! You! I'm tired of you asking me questions, and condescending, alluding to your big dough! Go Fuck yourself! Hey! You! Everybody knows you're a drug dealer, you fool no-one, your poor wife is laughing, and making a brave face, to her family, and friends, and she's gonna get the kids taken away, Go Fuck Yourself! Hey You! You left those kids behind, you send that video home, at Christmas, of yourself, in the jacuzzi, and your kids are wearing sneakers in the snow, and can't afford coats, Go Fuck Yourself! Hey, You, I haven't got the balls to tell you to your face, Your taste is in your ass, please don't show me your paintings, Please don't talk to me about books, You're an asshole, Go Fuck Yourself! Hey, You, I don't care about your Gun collection, You haven't got the balls to get a fucking job! Go Fuck Yourself! CHHOCHTOWN My name is Chooch, I don't know what you heard about the night in question, Word! It's only half the story, cuz a lot more went down, I don't hang out with Bobby Man, he's a fucking clown Oh, I mean I might sell him drugs, or a stereo that's hot, but I hang out with players, and Bobby definitely is not, I hang in bars, uptown, I got a Credit Card scam, I got a call from McCluskey, he thinks he's the Man, Cuz he's a hot shit Lawyer, friend to the stars <b>...</b>
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Chooch Town
Hammell on Trial