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nalyd – mr. sandman lyrics

[hook: the chordettes]
mister sandman, bring me a dream
make him the cutest that i’ve ever seen
give him two lips, like roses and clovers
then tell him that his lonesome night is all over

[verse 1: nalyd ecitsuj]
i don’t fret for that emotional sh-t like most dudes do
step on dog doo doo
while i’m pacing back and forth plotting to murder you
pull a knife to your neck like freddy kruger boo
snapbacks and tattoos
i’m more into anthrax and barbed-wire baseball bats
ew
blood stain on my brand new shoe
hope in my van let’s role play
i’ll be bowser, you be the damsel in distress
find a hero soon, this is not a test
i call you princess peach on koopa troopa beach
yeah i’m the f-ggot at the bus stop wearing his purple beats
i’m looking for acceptance
but i have no blessings
ya’ll know a god don’t exist
if he did he wouldn’t have have you that herpe cyst on your lips you c-nt
failed soccer player so i punt
jump bunt cake in your hashtag face
you have never won against me in a freestyle race
you lucky to see hi-de-ho silver
in other words you were second place
tonto to my lone ranger
you can bet your middle finger that i’m gonna be the reason you no longer breathe and linger
tough to swallow like bee stingers in your throat
i have yellow t–th but i don’t smoke
maybe too much pepsi cola
there was never a spanish p-ssy that i didn’t p-ss over
shopping at kroger
seen my arch enemies car so i key scratched his range rover
matt stover
this song already has a futbol reference
my preference to rap out loud to a crowd at lunch on a table
quief gummy bears out my -ss if i’m able
fornicate with those gangam style horses if they are stable
king mabel which makes me a man on a mission
screaming yes while i hurt them call it vegan submission
pull both they legs with gonzalez which means we got they bones wishin’
now i’m p-ssin’ covered in gasoline
like the apple core guy from joe dirt
f-ck is this dandruff
who replaced my head & shoulders with pert
no more flakes
terry crews has got shakes that’ll make you quake
anybody out there got that weed that’ll get me baked
that’s a lie i ain’t ever smoked
talking bout an -rg-sm you shoulda took another year of drama cause you clearly faked
draped over your man t-ts is a triple xl shirt
she’s a flirt with an arabian boot nose
yeah, hi jessica sikes can we f-ck i suppose?
i can strike a pose
while you walk like a body builder
my mouth needs a god d-mn filtah’
aye that’s enough make-up looking like a powdered donut
and look at my waist i’m hungry
minus the beliefs and camo
so get with me the one with the flamboyant flow
the scampoli way is the route i wanna go
the srealmccoy club
we have jackets & fedoras
flip a coin
it’s witcher’s heads & tails for devora
i’m no stranger to a girl named jasmine
come cuddle on my carpet and call me aladdin
just like my pants these bars are never saggin’
not much of a gamer but i can tell that you’re laggin’
a coleman always beside me beard scratchin’
like i said earlier
arabian h0m-sapian, with another chance to see my mom raped again
quit playing with your firewire you b-tt nut
i went back in the pocket yelled no sack in my jock
get it i’m discharging my laptop
tweets hashtag fresh cut
you’ll see a picture of me with a blonde flat top
what is this? stop
i didn’t ask for a monster, i just asked for a pop
yellow light bulbs mean caution
i’m a lyrical prep-b-scent p-ssy my innocence just hasn’t blossomed
like a fresh spring flower
this thing cost money call it power hour
tell mich-lle ang i wanna bang for an hour
she started screaming louder so i pulled out of her vage poucher
her p-ssy tasted like sesame see chicken
chickity china, the chinese chicken
i’d rather be sh-tting than b-tching
i wouldn’t be caught dead burying hobo’s in ditches
what is the meaning of the word truth when you use a cell phone and a computer as a booth
welcome to the sermon
jack off my chief little d-ck then jizz over the port bow
ice ice baby
vanilla ice featuring track maybe?
twitter war with davey
tell that c-nt to drown in a tampa bay lake
he’s just another suckaneer flake
backwards god i call that b-tch kandy
need some useless information, just hit up big dandee
the day i make it is the same day i give a f-ck about shain gandee
they call me the sandman
go to sleep in this casket
it puts the lotion on the skin
now give me back my basket
another eventual death and i just dropped my favorite hatchet
oh you’re still alive? clean up the mess
patch it
another dead body ugh i’ll go stash it

[hook: the chordettes]
mister sandman, bring me a dream
make him the cutest that i’ve ever seen
give him two lips, like roses and clovers
then tell him that his lonesome night is all over
[deep voice]
[hook: the chordettes]
then tell him that his lonesome night is all over
mister sandman, bring me a dream
make him the cutest that i’ve ever seen
give him two lips, like roses and clovers
then tell him that his lonesome night is all over
then tell em that his lonesome night is all over x6

[outro: nalyd ecitsuj]
ah let the sandman sleep
ah this is the part of the cd where i get sleepy
d-mn
why the call..why do i gotta be the sandman sh-t

- nalyd lyrics

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