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