[Verse 1]
Gipsy Salami cheese is from the cave
Wild dandelion greens dressed up on the plate
Parmesan crisp, we wildin' in marea
Doing all the d** off of Pico and Labrea
Peace to Kings English, sticky green fingers
Brock Fetch Polaroids
b**hes named Inga
Cunnilingus, Buddy Holly singin
Hash between my bu*t cheeks, hookers in the plush suite
Whole grain mustard, 12 grain bread
Move c**aine out of Spokane, I got no shame
Spit the propane, relieve you of your gold chain
Go to bed without even knowing the hoes name
Hazelnut spread, banana on the bread
Treat you like a shark, put the hammer on your head
Mock neck sweaters, Alpaca on the threads
Fat black leathers. Leave your body in the shed
Damn
[Hook]
Ron Simmons
Peace to motherf**ing Iceland
Ron Simmons
Ron Simmons
Ron, Ron Simmons
Ron Simmons
[Verse 2]
Damn, your f**ing with a pro kid,
No triple A I went straight up to the show, kid
While You can catch me out in Spain on the coast, dick
Don't ever say my f**ing music sound like Ghost sh**
Born alone, stood strong for half of fifty
Vocal reminiscing of a kid that hold a semi
Old and sweaty, motherf**er sh** the bed
They crying in the corner while there shorty give me head
Yeah, ice sculptures, Venezuelan white vultures Chinese wizardry, long capes
Old grapes in the gla**es she s** me while I'm flaccid
Every summer catch me grilling steaks by Lake Placid
Dabble then pa** it, don't ever babble or get blasted
b**hes a** to a**, double dil*os made of plastic
Remain cla**ic with all this flash inside the pan sh**
Like Jr. Griffey smashing homers, never land b**h
Damn, we never land b**h
Yeah, we never land b**h
Kinda high, never land b**h
But you can see me eatin Lamb, b**h
Damn