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You are now listening to the sounds of...Shady and...Alchemist..Alchemist..Alchemist... |
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Got an axe in the duffel bag, couple of fags, |
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Stuffed in the backseat, muzzled n gagged, |
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Wrapped in bubble wrap, two lesbians ahh, |
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Couple hustler mags, now grab the pez dispenser, |
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Fill it up to the max, with muscle relaxers, |
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The governor of Alaska, She lusts when i ask her, |
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To shove my polaski sausage up in her ass huh, |
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While we hover over Nebraska, |
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Shooting at the fucking buffalo pasture, |
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In the helicopter, man i can't fuck her no faster, |
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She's screaming grab my titties, shady suck on those bastards, |
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But i ain't no sucker, I won't snuggle up with her after, |
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I'm a gigolo, But Ya'll look like the juggalo rapper, |
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Everyday man i just seem to get a little bit doper, |
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Shit, Back down, |
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Man I'd rather lick on a scrotum, |
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And eat the fucking octa Mom's pussy lips with some okra, |
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While i watch Whoopi Goldberg, Sizzle with Oprah, |
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While bossy pussy farts and takes a piss on the sofa, |
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Getting home and play dick swords with the Jonas...Brothers, |
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Your mother fucking mothers are roamers, Like no other, |
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I keep thinking of her smothered in soma's... |
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Its chemical warfare, Drop bombs like sadam, |
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I'm bringing the drama, Like Barrack Obama, |
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Playing rock em' sock em' robots with the Octo Mama, |
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I'm vato loco, homie I'll cock those llamas, |