Lyrics
Proz' for Ma 'Hoes
I have a dream that people of all colours will respect Jason. Respect Jason Cheese Motherfuckers! .serohw paehc 'nikcuf ytrid uoy ssa ylknirw 'nikcufrehtom ym ssiK .stnasserped-itna 'nikcuf no hgih gnitteG .sehctib obsel 'nikcuf ytrid uoY .seoh' 'nikool-mom rof 'zorP What the fuck do you call this shit? Play some fuckin' phat beats, Jason Cheese Motherfuckers. Yeah baby here comes the real shit. Proz' for ma 'hoes. Fifteen pills a day For those who can pay. Sniff them, It's more fun this way. Proz' for ma 'hoes. Stoop to the loop of fruit. Sore for the whore that rooted and looted. You whore lawsuit fruit loop soup stoop down to my power. You can't have my flower When you join me in the shower. Proz' for ma 'hoes. You like suckin' toes. What if that fungus grows? Who knows, Maybe that smell shows. Proz' for ma 'hoes, Here's Jase and Harves in the city. Too cool for you, ain't that a pity? Whores to my left, sluts to my right. Midgets in my bed, I'll be busy all night. I'll give 'em Prozac When I climb in the sack, So hit the road Jack With a great big whack. Bow down Cheese Motherfuckers. Jase and Harves attack. Proz' for ma 'hoes. Whichever way the wind blows. Only god knows Where your fungus grows. Play with my 'hoes. Play with my 'hoes. Play with my nose. Play with my nose. Proz' play with your nose. Proz' with your mouth. Proz' yuck. Prozac. Prozac for scats! You bastards. You are a bitch. Go, take your Prozacs, bastards. You're Proz' bitch!