Got a hole in my pocket
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
Off my rocker like I'm Mr. Crocker
Looking through Timmy Turner's locker
Im border line a stalker, beating off to Betty Crocker
Hope to god that I don't off her, like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
Or some other type of lunatic that just likes to touch his dick
I know that sounds kinda sick, but f*ck it girl, I'm into it
Like a girl just called me daddy
Imma f*ck and roll with it
When I say you sit you sit
Need a place to roll my spliff
And if you can make just like a table, then I guess I'm into this
Got a hole in my pocket
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
Got a hole in my pocket
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
And if you need a place to sit
You know I always got this dick
And while I'm at it, girl
Would you mind if I sucked on your clit?
All night Ive been eying it
Been having dreams of trying it
Think your pussy speaks my language
So theres no denying this
Hope your looks ain't counterfeit
Like that photo of my dick
Might've photoshopped a bit
To make it seem it like it ain't shit
In real life it's twice as big
You probly couldn't handle it
Plus it probly wouldn't fit
So I guess I'm bout to split
Got a hole in my pocket
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
Got a hole in my pocket
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
Rob Reese - ALIVE IN A COFFIN Lyrics
Rob Reese - ALIVE IN A COFFIN Lyrics
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Got a hole in my pocket
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
Off my rocker like I'm Mr. Crocker
Looking through Timmy Turner's locker
Im border line a stalker, beating off to Betty Crocker
Hope to god that I don't off her, like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
Or some other type of lunatic that just likes to touch his dick
I know that sounds kinda sick, but f*ck it girl, I'm into it
Like a girl just called me daddy
Imma f*ck and roll with it
When I say you sit you sit
Need a place to roll my spliff
And if you can make just like a table, then I guess I'm into this
Got a hole in my pocket
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
Got a hole in my pocket
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
And if you need a place to sit
You know I always got this dick
And while I'm at it, girl
Would you mind if I sucked on your clit?
All night Ive been eying it
Been having dreams of trying it
Think your pussy speaks my language
So theres no denying this
Hope your looks ain't counterfeit
Like that photo of my dick
Might've photoshopped a bit
To make it seem it like it ain't shit
In real life it's twice as big
You probly couldn't handle it
Plus it probly wouldn't fit
So I guess I'm bout to split
Got a hole in my pocket
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
Got a hole in my pocket
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
Off my rocker like I'm Mr. Crocker
Looking through Timmy Turner's locker
Im border line a stalker, beating off to Betty Crocker
Hope to god that I don't off her, like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
Or some other type of lunatic that just likes to touch his dick
I know that sounds kinda sick, but f*ck it girl, I'm into it
Like a girl just called me daddy
Imma f*ck and roll with it
When I say you sit you sit
Need a place to roll my spliff
And if you can make just like a table, then I guess I'm into this
Got a hole in my pocket
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
Got a hole in my pocket
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
And if you need a place to sit
You know I always got this dick
And while I'm at it, girl
Would you mind if I sucked on your clit?
All night Ive been eying it
Been having dreams of trying it
Think your pussy speaks my language
So theres no denying this
Hope your looks ain't counterfeit
Like that photo of my dick
Might've photoshopped a bit
To make it seem it like it ain't shit
In real life it's twice as big
You probly couldn't handle it
Plus it probly wouldn't fit
So I guess I'm bout to split
Got a hole in my pocket
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
Got a hole in my pocket
I think I lost my cents
On these substances often
I think I'm off my meds
Still alive in the coffin
A zombie getting some head
All these other mother f*ckers
They pronounced me dead
Writer: Robert Sheppard, William Welch King
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