Rob Sonic - Freezer Food lyrics

(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)