In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
ladyyyyyyyyy
dont be acting shadyyyyyyy
you better not have rabies
i dont want yo shit on ma dick
so babyyyyyy
you better have a fine clit
or youll be riding
home in a casket
baby!!!
all day long i dream about gettin my nob off
by a mint bitch not a fuckin fat goth
you know i dont like that shit, im not down with that
i like it flat on my back on my face is your twat
get out your boobs and give em a wiggle
dont laugh at toms size its rude to giggle
syke! hes hung like a horse more like a fuckin beast
get down on your knees and start the feast
dont be shy baby its nothing i aint seen before
get a little rude i like a little whore
see let me tell you bout this bitch i used to know
she gave me head all day and sed dont let nobody know
how could i resist i had to tell
it was like eating ben and jerry of the end of mi bell
i might see her again, who knows the score
but let me tell you this she wont be my last whore!
ladyyyyyyyyy
dont be acting shadyyyyyyy
you better not have rabies
i dont want your shit on ma dick
so babyyyyyy
you better have a fine clit
or youll be riding
home in a casket
baby!!!
so woman you gonna have a fat hang over
tonight your my bitch tonight so sit and rollover
my cocks your wildest dream so take one for the team
biaaatchhhhh & drink up my man cream
but ho i gotta warn ya, you cross my path
youll be sipping champange with a knife in yo back
i tell you know you fuck around with me
plan your geography before im reading yo euolgy.
bitch you treat me good ill grant all your wishes
but if you fuck me around youll be sleeping with the fishes.
im sorry honey thats just how i oparate
dont go gold digging or i may decapitate
so 1 2 3 45 6, this is master pycho with the finest tricks
so come on in baby theres plenty of room,
come and get sick with womb to the tomb
ladyyyyyyyyy
dont be acting shadyyyyyyy
you better not have rabies
i dont want your shit on ma dick
so babyyyyyy
you better have a fine clit
or youll be riding
home in a casket
here comes the return of the mother fuckin master
like that chinky jet li but a little bit faster
unleashed!!! upon your black ass
bringing the pain from here to bagdad
like mortal kombat, mother fuckin sub zero
cold like those bitches that stole my de niros
tooth for tooth blood for blood
thats how my niggas role down in the hood
an eye for an eye, a life for a life
your shit on my dick, your blood on my knife
dont be acting shadyyyyyyy
you better not have rabies
i dont want yo shit on ma dick
so babyyyyyy
you better have a fine clit
or youll be riding
home in a casket
baby!!!
all day long i dream about gettin my nob off
by a mint bitch not a fuckin fat goth
you know i dont like that shit, im not down with that
i like it flat on my back on my face is your twat
get out your boobs and give em a wiggle
dont laugh at toms size its rude to giggle
syke! hes hung like a horse more like a fuckin beast
get down on your knees and start the feast
dont be shy baby its nothing i aint seen before
get a little rude i like a little whore
see let me tell you bout this bitch i used to know
she gave me head all day and sed dont let nobody know
how could i resist i had to tell
it was like eating ben and jerry of the end of mi bell
i might see her again, who knows the score
but let me tell you this she wont be my last whore!
ladyyyyyyyyy
dont be acting shadyyyyyyy
you better not have rabies
i dont want your shit on ma dick
so babyyyyyy
you better have a fine clit
or youll be riding
home in a casket
baby!!!
so woman you gonna have a fat hang over
tonight your my bitch tonight so sit and rollover
my cocks your wildest dream so take one for the team
biaaatchhhhh & drink up my man cream
but ho i gotta warn ya, you cross my path
youll be sipping champange with a knife in yo back
i tell you know you fuck around with me
plan your geography before im reading yo euolgy.
bitch you treat me good ill grant all your wishes
but if you fuck me around youll be sleeping with the fishes.
im sorry honey thats just how i oparate
dont go gold digging or i may decapitate
so 1 2 3 45 6, this is master pycho with the finest tricks
so come on in baby theres plenty of room,
come and get sick with womb to the tomb
ladyyyyyyyyy
dont be acting shadyyyyyyy
you better not have rabies
i dont want your shit on ma dick
so babyyyyyy
you better have a fine clit
or youll be riding
home in a casket
here comes the return of the mother fuckin master
like that chinky jet li but a little bit faster
unleashed!!! upon your black ass
bringing the pain from here to bagdad
like mortal kombat, mother fuckin sub zero
cold like those bitches that stole my de niros
tooth for tooth blood for blood
thats how my niggas role down in the hood
an eye for an eye, a life for a life
your shit on my dick, your blood on my knife
Lyrics submitted by meowwww
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Lady, Don't be acting shady. You better not have rabies. I don't want no shit on ma' dick. So baby, You better have a fine clit, Or you'll be riding home in a casket. Baby!
All day long I dream about gettin my nob off, By a mint bitch not a fuckin' fat goth. You know I don't like that shit, i'm not down with that. I like it flat on my back, on my face is your twat. Get out your boobs and give 'em a wiggle. Don't laugh at Tom's size, its rude to giggle. Syke! He's hung like a horse, more like a fuckin' beast. Get down on your knees and start the feast. Don't be shy, it's nothing I ain't seen before. Get a little rude, I like a little whore. See, let me tell you 'bout this bitch I used to know. She gave me head all day and said don't let nobody know. How could I resist, yo' I had to tell. It was like eating Ben and Jerry of the end of me' bell. I might see her again, yo, who knows the score. But let me tell you this she wont be my last whore!
Lady, Don't be acting shady. You better not have rabies. I don't want no shit on ma' dick. So baby, You better have a fine clit, Or you'll be riding home in a casket. Baby!
So woman you gonna have a fat hang over. Tonight your my bitch tonight so sit and rollover. My cocks your wildest dream so take one for the team. Biatch and drink my man cream But hoe I gotta' warn ya', you cross my path, You'll be sipping champange with a knife in yo' back. I tell you know you fuck around with me, You better plan your geography before i'm reading yo' euolgy. Bitch you treat me good i'll grant all your wishes But if you fuck me around you'll be sleeping with the fishes. I'm sorry honey, that's just how i oparate You fuck with me then I decapitate. 1 2 3, 4 5 6, this is master pycho with the tricks. Oh baby, there's plenty of room, Come and get sick with womb to the tomb.
Lady, Don't be acting shady. You better not have rabies. I don't want no shit on ma' dick. So baby, You better have a fine clit, Or you'll be riding home in a casket.
Baby. (Repeated)
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