Fogged Out Lyrics by Foghorn
f#ckin p#ssies acting hard at the crib
I know you never thrown a fist
Even worse you aint got no riffs
Get a hobby that’s off the internet
Textin fingers
I still remeber
Clown #ss face
I cant forget
You aint tough
We callin your bluff
When sh#t goes off
You callin the pigs
But not before we split your f#ckin wig
Finally i been waiting for this day
You wont be talkin much with a broken jaw
Lets see what you have to say
When you’re eating dinner from a straw
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Foghorn Lyrics – Fogged Out