Dominick The Donkey The Italian Christmas Donkey Ringtones

Oh, well, I bought me a donkey, about four foot tall To plough my cotton in the early fall He's runnin' around, it was an awful sin I had to build a fence to keep my donkey in I rigged up a wire with a battery charge To keep my donkey from a-running at large Inside this bin I turned him loose Thrilled by volts of electrified juice Well, which way did my donkey go If you see him let me know I haven't seen my donkey since He backed into that electrified fence Now, the first time he backed up against it He threw back his ears and he had a fit He brayed real loud and he hit high gear He jumped up into the stratosphere I just got word from Albuquerque A donkey up there was looking for work He's my donkey and his name is Jack Oh, how I wish he'd come on back Well, which way did my donkey go If you see him let me know I haven't seen my donkey since He backed into that electrified fence Now, more word came from Palomar A man up there was a-watching the star While looking through his telescope He nearly had himself a stroke He saw something riding up the rainbow trail With two long ears and a puckered up tail The thing he saw when he 'firmed the states Was a donkey heading for the pearly gates Well, which way did my donkey go If you see him let me know I haven't seen my donkey since He backed into that electrified fence

Oh finally, finally (here we are) And for good are the three, follow me (it ain't far) Even though if it was, you could make it to the start The enemies, do you know who they are? (there they are) A devil with the dorags be walkin', now I had it up to there Oh yeah, that's the last straw (the nature's back for) Better than Disco (R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-round) Uh-Uh-Uh Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false flavor It's a new day to play with a neighbour Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee By now naugh-ty by nature by me They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged Dump the last of the matinee, 'cos they couldn't stand the damn rain The pain's the same, the game remains mine I got more hooks than a fish line Bite the head off a snake Chew up from the first to last break and shoot 'em in the face Make way, (move), boy, you detest me! (Huh, huh, huh) I seen your last porno flick, it ain't impress me Wassup? Cuddle sport, here's a thought (The only records that they got, are the records their crew bought) Damn real B rock, get fienin, spunky Pin the tail on the donkey (Bring that beat back) Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go I do more poppin than a blockhead Wreck the waxheads, I'm fed (Go ahead, you retired tackhead) Back to the fact of the track witha new thought You couldn't smoke blunts witha match and a Newport Here we go, we go, we go again, witha flow we know, we know it's in (Def play like Poppa Simpson) KayGee's on the slice, can he co-clean? Doin' more scratchin than a funk and a dope fiend Go knock the blocks off, get your props off But don't cop off, cop out, and I'll cuts off Another renegade of rap will stop that I'm more feared than a Sugar Hill contract I'm known for lettin' the ho's go, my demo's all flow When cursin' was a no-no, you dodo Give it up 'cos I'm hot witha warm hate I won't stop, pop, 'til that head is screwed on straight I take shorts, and no sorts so take that clone The only thing I take is the 8 to the path home And I take you all the way to the north stop Your style's more foul than a pork chop I rock the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock Around the big clock, witha spot, tick-tock Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't mean jack (chill...) To a brother from down the hill Back track with a rap that remains funky (Hmmm, and it's ugh) Back in the day, y'all, I played with playdough The dough is real now, but you don't feel how Starvin hungry MC gets when MC filet mignon is the fixin' I'm starvin' up, it's time ta, call them up, yup Get 'em and cut 'em up, stuff 'em and cook the duck Tough luck, tell 'em to shut up and jet And feel the threat of a real life roughneck Pin the tail on the donkey Check (check), where you (where you), at (at) That another best will need a hard vest for this head check) (What? There's another, Treach?) That's what I heard, yep Three steps from a pit, boom, in his chest I never knew a nigga' really wanted to die Instead he bit, instead of lookin' me eye-to-eye, then I Knew he was truly thru', dumb plus the one To meet the mighty one, call a bad one I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2 You're doin like Lasuran then a bomb do T.H.E. M.C. O.F. R.A.P. T.O. L.(double O).K. A.T. I.N. T.H.E. N.I.N.E. T.I.E., or watch me S.C. And I might stop to step to a Sexy, fancy, prancy and dancy No cosmo stomp, here's the true form Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn Here's a clearer mirror, dear ya Lookin' in nearer, cos' I don't fear ya Some get too souped to the point Where it's still too thick but still lick thru and thru Always wanted a guy to come and try To get sly and try ta, get by my Hideous, treacherous style that's wreckin' it (wreckin' it, wreckin' it...) Pin the tail on the donkey (donkey, donkey...) What? Yo, yo, yo, yo, wassup yo? What happened? It's like that? We gonna rush you again Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Down the road, came a tired little donkey Much he was loaded 'till his head hung down Up on the back, so, heavy sit a big man Singin' such a sad song as he rode into town And the man, the man sing to the donkey But he sing such a sad song, and the guitar he broke The donkey stop, the man he reach to get a big jug Him and the donkey take a sip o' the drink Down the road, oh, the dancing donkey Head swingin' so high, all the pain now gone The man he sing, some song was a gay song And the little donkey kept a-dancin' on Way down the road was the man and the donkey So good feel the donkey, so gay, was the man How plain when the wind blow was the sound of the gay song When the man and the donkey kept a-movin' on down the road