E.K. Bush - Gras lyrics

here i see the info manic triyng to be satanic see the crazy fiens, on the beans, no stop, music drop i feel the feel touch zee skin, time to win, push it cop flip flop, john kerry going to carbon my monopoly push that green, no credits, i mean that weed seam tag team back again, i said sell to win, give it a perfect ten i feel that fin, cut throw water, no waiter, serve the church to the golden arch, in the new stl, double time the march here i lay in the streets of mardia de la gras, fois gras for the top street, clayton street where the banks go play and control puppets of politician, hello white chocalate tray same flavor, no cravor, that i savor because votes do sway to help the people, the poor, the bottom level core, feel sore but but but but but i need more, no social trips, more social hips that replace the current strain, the pain, down on the main street of lights, top floor sights, staring down on the ants but you look so stupid with your pants, on the ground, on the ground, on the ground, hear the sound my bud fist das pound, drop the german method on this town spell the french gravois now lost now muy muy split tele aviv they keep pushing the poor, octracize the kids we publicize watching the coffee shop and people stop, not to realize the cries from three blocks down south, no food for the mouth time i see the limited factor, stop drop the actor, we are fake and act a fool, because the people have no tool, big mistake we forsake the children of the gospel heaven, god will take his time, so smoke that dime, it is just the sign that all is fine all the fine all is fine all is dropping mine on the corner on the corner on the corner on the corner