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Chinese Freestyle

by C.K.Y.. Buy album CD: Volume 2 Disc 1

Who wants to taste my General Tso?
You want a piece of my General Tso?
Iím gonna give it to you now

Who like my chopsticks
Hit you in the shit with my littlest dick
If you wanna see me, eat jello
Iíve never seen nothing like you before
I can kick you
Higher than you can kick me
I can kick you way up into a tree
Who wants a taste of my Oolong Tea?
Ho ha ho ha hoo chi chi
Everybody in the phonebook's named Chang
Wanna see my wang?
Never could go and hit the gong with a bang
Everybody wanna see me throw a fireball
But thatís not right
Not in real life
You will fall
Down and break your leg
Everybody wanna see me break an egg
Well I donít
But I like fried rice
And I ain't got lice
Ching chow woo ching wang woo wice
That ainít nice
For a fortune cookie
I always charge you twice
Deliveryís free
But not from me
I always charge a dollar fifty
55 Wanna see me go down?
Hit you with the line
War when I hit you with the shit
Do a split, take a shit, after you eat my shit
Kungfu, Want my buffet?
You fucking gay
Ah, Wai-Lo hit you with the hay
Stay the fuck away, hit you in the balls
Only Americans eat duck sauce
And my soy sauce is for you
I can put it in your shoe
Watch this, I can tiptoe while you take a piss
In my bathroom, spy on you while your little boy shits
I can kick you if you donít pay the bill
And if you want a little mint thatís fifty cents bitch
everything costs a little bit
So donít expect nothin for free
At least from me
Ching chang choo wee
I got you from Taiwan City
And Hong Kong
I can smoke a bong
And I can do it all night long
And donít mistake me for a Viet Cong
I can get you and tackle you, and take you out
Never see me when I get you and bake you
Rope you up
And put you in a bamboo cage
And make you feel all my rage
Poke you with a little stick till you
Page your buddies to come Napalm me
God damn that shit burn blew away my whole city
Ho-Chi-Minh, shoot a load on your chin
God damn thatís a sin goy-go goodbye
And if you want to come on in
You can work into my world
Where the yellow shit begin
Canít be tamed
I got shit to control your brain and it's called
Egg fu yung, and lo mein
So come on in baby and have it just the same
Hooooyyyyaaahhh Haaaa

No wok ung tow dayday

Heh I dont suppose! Hahaha huh? huh....?

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Album: Volume 2 Disc 1 (2001) Lyrics
cd Buy "Volume 2 Disc 1" CD
  1. Arto/rowley part
  2. Barbara jean (a christmas song)
  3. Bon jovi
  4. Chad's in hi-fi
  5. Chinese Freestyle
  6. Disengage (demo)
  7. Dropped
  8. Drunken Freestyle
  9. Eye of the tiger
  10. Fat Fuck
  11. Foolin
  12. Football trivia: a true legend
  13. Football trivia: who was it?
  14. Foreign objects #10
  15. Genesis 12a
  16. Intermission
  17. Jamie's message
  18. Kerry getz
  19. Knee deep (demo)
  20. Lynyrd skynyrd
  21. Rio bravo (remix)
  22. Santa's Coming
  23. Shippensberg
  24. Step to cky
  25. Sucky xmas
  26. Testing
  27. The 12 days of xmas
  28. This is me shitting
  29. To all of you (static mix)
  30. Whiter trash


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