Lyrics:
Wig In A Box The Wig

look up from my Vermouth on the rocks The gift wrapped wig still in the box Of towering velveteen I put on some make-up Some Lavern Baker I'm pulling the wig

Translation: John Cameron Mitchell. Wig In A Box.

forum Sedate niggas and relate towards 'em Tech's text marvel, Infamous cuttin' sole parcel Ship a box to your local ragaposatory Mind twirler, my disc course'll throw a

you n-ggas dreams that are boxes full of foam in and out of dimensions i walk through walls just saying you can't put me in a box, thats all no davinci

, like D-boys on the corner And I could send a bitch nigga, a Bengal like Ty Warner I'm standing on a soap box, preaching the gospel On how you should

to Stretch I bet they pussy The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a

Stretch I bet they pussy The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a

Chorus: x4 Verse two: Fierce animal with horsehair down her back With a stolen g-string, sporting a zirconia ring Out the cracker jack box Even though her private parts smell like an ox Open a

boo, screw who? Incest, never dissed a kiss Shine on your wrist for a birthday gift Niggas like, you must've bent that she never would've spent that On Cam'ron I bought me my first box