Rainbows & Stuff

This one goes out to that special someone in my life Oh, we all have somebody special, this is for them I like ice cream, cherry pie And lemonade with summer breeze I like rainbows, leafy trails And puppy dogs with bumblebees I like cotton candy gum And bumper cars at carnivals Golden skies and hazel eyes And sand in-between my toes, but Somethin' tells me that I hate you Somethin' tells me I must kill you You ain't shit but a sluty ass motherfucking slut you fucking whore I fucking hate you I like birthday candle cakes And titty shakes with silicone Secret whispers and D-Loc's Sister And apple dips, ginger bread homes Faygo chills, they give me thrills And NyQuil pills, they make me sleep Hersey kisses and happiness is Something so blessin' yet all the while Somethin' tells me that I hate you Somethin' tells me I must kill you Suck my fucking dick, fuck off Go fuck yourself, you funky ass little biotch Come on, come on, bitch, come on, come on Come on, come on (bitch, I fucking hate you) Come on, come on, bitch, come on, come on Come on, come on I'll f-, I'll fucking pinch your nipples shut I like Shaggy, he's my friend I like his mom 'cause she's nice to me Thank you J, I like you too Oh well, it's okay, we're family Ravor chicks and kung fu flicks And sugar sticks like lollipop All these things happiness brings But my hatred for you don't stop, bitch Somethin' tells me that I hate you Somethin' tells me I must kill you Somethin' tells me that I hate you Somethin' tells me I must kill you Bitch, I fuckin' hate you I'll fuckin' kill you, you skantless bitch Uh yeah, this is Lo, man Why don't you give me a call when you get in? Yeah, this is, uh, Millennium Studios, from Denver, Colorado You still have an overdue balance on your account About forty-three thousand dollars So, please give us a call Moon Glorious