Lyrics:
For your boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga
Money,
a convertible flippin' vertical
Nose first with the top off landin' upside-down
You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape
I'd rather just hump a slut's leg
a clip
and i spit 5 rounds and murder you ho's worse than a convertable flippin vertical nose
first with the top off landing upside down.
Or get tied down
traffic, ain't afraid to blast it, bitch
This is Iraq iron, not plastic
We hogtie, duct tape, take long drives
You in the trunk, balls-out naked, you gon'
east Oakland,
Smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, coke white El Camino,
Dual exhaust sparkin,
Park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see some hoes in
my
Soul so
You gotta know
Now I got my
Life going
Vertical x3
Now I got my
Life going
Vertical turn
The lights on
Bout to be
A show
Encore
I'm come across laws fillin stop ma blinded
Light weight duct tape get it at the fuck factory
where the grads are (woop! woop!)
Rise up blue people
The moments
When I can actually walk
Upright
Vertical
Like the rest of the homo sapiens
A few years of suffering
Can make one feel quite crazy
I guess,
The moments
When I can actually walk
Upright
Vertical
Like the rest of the homo sapiens
A few years of suffering
Can make one feel quite crazy
I guess,
the ground
Kings and priests
Space to park the choppers
With feigned humility
Pilots join the jesters
Limp on, pay the rent
Sleeping in a vertical bed
Going
to scream his name
But he is nowhere to be found
'cause he knows that they're fucked
As he hides inside the heating duct
Be careful not to make a sound
baptized
To see the universal through a cats eyes
Here come the black skies
It's all darkness
I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!
Once I duct
dirt raw fuel fresh paint duct hot steam upon my face
Exhaust is hot my back distraught dry mouth no room for the faint of heart
My hose is gonna blow
it's soul
There's duct tape on the seat,
by the belts and underneath
Oh, down the open road we go
Oh, burnin' fuel and leakin' oil
The radio won't
I hope that they bomb proof
Cuz I'm planting a bomb
On the bottom exhaust plate
It stuck to the duct tape
So you can go celebrate
Go party and cut
often
Bought a new exhaust
Now the car sound exhausted
Still warming up cause the beat still defrosting
Chef Boyardee I'm always saucing
If you ever try
Pulled in to meet you, windows down
Duct tape mirrors, exhaust pouring out
Always late, never unwound
When will I learn to shut my mouth?
Guess
I removed my foreskin to interfere with procedure I tied one end of the rope to the tip of my prick and the other, to the exhaust of my girlfriend's
shoes
To limit their swimming
This is real life, fighting like pit's
Duct taping the grip
A true Hollywood story that fit's
Wield the steel in the field
baptized
To see the universal through a cats eyes
Here come the black skies
It's all darkness
I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!
Once I duct
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