smoking beedies 'til his brain's broken completely
work out and eat some Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please,
Had him in the cobra clutch,
when he spat the mad hymn
Gems, collection of brrrats Timbs and hats
Had no time for the pitty- pat,
Shook it off, caught a shiner,
thought it was an aight look
The end of days fades, pretenders lay
In dazes on stages, DOO- Malaise
Tuned into a frequency tone
Hold it down like Shatner do Spock
a sock in they chatterbox
it's no joke like "Knock, knock"
It's them, they came home
And watch 'em transform the game
She's too small, any questions?
Him could squeeze blood from
it gets deeper than depression
The power of suggestion wake a sleeper,
Ripped it with Metal Fingers
and stomped it with big fat feet
And you know what they say,
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated,
It's all grey, metallic with a ruby stone
Rude like the type of dude you could
Hardcore porn, did his own stunts
Once, in a while, every other minute
Popeye, heavy on the spinach
Steady on his business and
Keeps a bad bilznitch like Denny
No hitch, just a shit- load
Strictly G stacking up off a
Rap is like the gay club strip tease
With hippies on the yip saying,
They screaming for attention
Beaming at the mention of a scary
You could cut the tension
And serve it on the same plate of hors
Filleted, persuaded the chambermaid
To bet her paycheck on a get-
Straight up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution, faint taste of mi