[welcome all to the plateau district
Frank hunter serve up the bamboo brisket
Fiestas, tash poli swing to celestas
Now to request another round yell stella
Brew, stumping with the gwashboy crew
The first wash goo very hot thank you
Shoo — gwash got wonga for the squander
Conga line shoving but praise get stronger
Chief Goonda on the plateau flow
Jos with the pro Gwash Praise sloshing o
No l's permitted, the roll guy acquitted
Do no hear no see no limit
To the pastors potential, local transnational
Echos round the globe get the whole world rational
Not to notice eyes blocked out by dazzles
A new pair of socks hardly helps crack the shackles
(interlude skit)
Well, it looks like things are going to get pretty bitter!
Ha-chachachacha
Get it low in the pedalo you never know
I'm crossing the atlantic just to hear Gwash tremolo
So, praise to the metal to the sevens with the devil
Back before long above sea level
Lay bevel, show no odium
Frank keeping cq chugging on imodium
Praise sold me some and now we're burning o-slum
This oxygen's pumping like an old harmonium
Now hit the podium get slacker
Gwash heating trays, time to scrape shatter
Thumbs rolling gum gold spheres getting flatter
Buried with the moles getting whacked down the rabbit holes
Full satin gold habits, praise the main abbot
Rays round fingers led from the madness
Head to the mattress this bed til the ashes
Gwash put the world to the lord bury hatchets]