I'm droping it like its hawt, this poppo jangle beet is bouncing like a 50's tarmac lot
wathing them fat barches rolling around wall mart, its making me sick following there trait of sludge Fart
i need this water yo, homie bro's are boliling these camel toes, make it hot, watchin it fall, i just have to bounce this ball
i want this fluid yo, sickness down under the cow's moe's, cooling it down, round and round, i just have to record this sound !
The church is flipping some serious staves, just like back in the chains days of abuised slaves
pop pop pop, up this rack, steering my fate to another track, Down down down, through the rain, i hear the rave
Stevie's dog is sitting up, needing a pill to fix his foot. Ive got the needle, ive got the tackle.
Give me a Glass of woodnecks's best dam label. Its time we choped this 5 legered table.
Flicking through this chop of greenly fresh plop, i can't help but want a leg of ham for my own farm lot.