Foe Hammer beam us up, peli backseat seams ripped
Got bean dip and the green clip, a stack of tapas drops us
Zoned out awake to black eyed java
The deep field floods blood through my vena cava
My plate burnt sienna terra cotta
An order plush patatas bravas got me glowing rosy al cantata
Next up on the set hot frittata
Spinach biz finished, stuffed my belly full a load of shunyata
Got a, squat Gwash by my side
Dozen shots of chalky raki turn me into doctor hyde
Turn me into lobster fried dollop bu*ter on the side
Crack my skull open wide
Next dish up my two eyes soaked in brine
Saline solutions turns eyes towards evolution
Completion of the mission praise serving retribution
Now realize that gwash knows a truth
The tapas booth in the back keeps your mind in it's prime youth
(interlude skit)
Mortar for these bricks looks just like me
Now shot out the park by the Ruth
Skipping town, skipping planets next stop: Duluth
Caught the last bus, end of the line, ya goof
The tapas booth in the back keeps your mind in it's prime youth
Pour a liter cedar ether i'm a Gwash believer
Tapas upon tapas drop a copper for a jala popper
Gasman, last stand, ma** shambles
Gwash verse the world game of dice what's to gamble
Some bush meat sandwiches, ten twelve thirteen
A stack of crisp churros syrup splashing keep it clean
Spark some dark crumbs narcs run from the proof
The tapas booth in the back keeps your mind in it's prime youth