(Using medicine and using sk**s, we alleviate their sufferings, and their pains and their ill)
Bobby bomb drums
Rumble before they dig you up
[Added jacket spangle]
To the back of every city bus
Hazzard County Duke of Earl
With Sterling shoes and filthy tusks
The cat of Coney Island
Holy diving in the Dixie cup
Slow your roll
Precious put the basket up
The little tykes are tearing out
The heir apparent cash for [clump]
Bang the 808
Flash the fang and pa** the blood
It ain't about you Pokey
Put your left foot in and pull back and up
Follows move with urgency
The perfect end to the perfect day
Scotch tape your pieces closed
Leak below, don't work that way
Daily wage, market up
Our largest cup of [bourbon straight]
Salt in the wound of a vaulted doom
And an altar where the murder is made
Bleeding Heart heart
But I cut the line I'm standing in
[Limp] foot flooring
With no mind of what a standard is
Barrel roll our carpet out
[Our largest mounted mannequin]
Go for broke and the open joke
And the hope of f**ing Tanner twins
It happens his pa**ion
Is fastened to a plastic tray
[You gonna hit the ceiling]
From the feeling of the acetate
Door gets closed, so two roll
In up on a Captain's cape
Get a [new mansion] to f** you and him
And I know what the exact to pay
The match that's made in hell
Bellhop hat and sunken gaze
Lunch wagon bragging
About his racquetball and funnel cake
Touch of cla**
Touching slacks
Tugging back his stunna shade
Bobby 505, Famous Amos, Stainless Tungsten Blades
My business in this bomb start with one part iron
Two part Rocky Road with knobby nose tires
One part leaky beacon, all Paul Ryan
A half ton bomb on an all carb diet
Fires don't burn
But we sure do from me to you
A little gasoline tapestry
With a magic bean and the evening news
Easy chair
Got a week to spare
What it means to wear
What the preachers do
Ice Ice Baby like the Legionnaires' and freezer food
No I don't think I fit
And don't belong in this place
Them loonies with them uniforms
They talk differently
It's risky sitting
Pious, quiet auctioned away
When the benches brawl
And sentence walls have all been erased
A brand new day
Has been shipped in on the way down
Buck, buck, buck
Get my children off the playground
Hey now handkerchief
Bunker calling AWACS
Unfortunate under the porch again
With the Porky Pigs and stray cats
On our way, running fast
Crashed into the Krispy
Kreme/C.R.E.A.M get the money
But somebody must have missed me
Kiss me, wish me luck
Make sure my hair was tidy
When I was amiss, many judged me quick
And then changed the locks behind me
Karma at it's best
While the rest of us were speaking
[Locks are closed in the darkness ho]
And the farmer's ho is sleeping
We burgle, rang, and rung
[With slang that brung the planet]
Took one last look [to compare the book]
And then took that sh** for granted
Hand it over slow like
Let me know when fun's here
No blame will be placed
No good fun without the Frontiers
Capture flag for burning
A whole platoon's cabana
Kids in charge with the KISS collage
And the pistol's Arm & Hammered
Stare into his wheat
Until he sneaked into the coatroom
Rummage through the pockets
Of the doctor's dose to Toadstool
What he saw, then he brushed them off
But he clutched his jaw and fixed it
Now he plays for keep but you can save the meek
Because I inherit this b**h
(Please)