JJ Sad - Intellectual

Wretch - head full of nicotine

Vibe dealer with the tip receipt

Hot skipper liquor sticks ravine

Sprayed with the Raid and the Listerine

Clean - now he got his beers he's liable

To hang out the car with the piercing rifle

Pet peeves and the bleeding Bibles

Let 'em stick two nickles on your ears and eyeholes

Cup - with the tartar chase

Bark with the varmints in the marketplace

For some it's alarming, to the guard it's cake

So to me and Bedelia, this is Father's Day

Spikes with the mice and the worms and snakebit digit

Can you dig it then unearth the aphids

Riding dirty with the clutch complaining like

"Pour some sugar on this dusty Danish!"

Seek, destroy my arm muscle

Quote the wonderboy "Keep the pinetar subtle"

Cover bolt in the fold of the eyeball buckle

Streaks on the beak of the sidecar... What'll

It be when the cook got disease in diners that are filled with the illness of the tea in China

Cold in this mold on the seat beside ya with a rolled up oath as a brief reminder

Bitch, you gotta beef with his key components?

Get buried at the beach with the quay patrolmen

Get your geese, tell a teach when a demon's spoken

Sleep in ya Jeep, get ya sneakers stolen

Art from the Mother of Invention harbors

Ill will under my electric parka

You can jet with the set and the pension, partner

But you know I'm still coming to get you, Barbara!

It's Rob Sonic

New Eden, the screams lap each other

Free kitty the city stab the stubborn

Train signal tricking these track-huggers

Got a letter for the government?

E-Fax the fuckers

Pass the butter or have it your own way, ho… Sup?

Watering pot and a gold chainsaw

Feed the fever the fact that he go stray dog

The over/under, son, or get clapped in his cocaine loft

Sport, you bore me with flash burners

See that you're a winner or spin in your back stirrups

When it's gassed hit a bog

And you're starting to act nervous

Walking for the wizard who's giving these cats courage

Cold pack against his eyelid shiner

Ball broke beast leave a dime and fiver

211 on the ANT with the manic minors

With the Elvis plate, yellow tape, and Danzig lighters

See, the difference is not chance

Tears, sweat, and blood, and the son of the cult rock fan

Skull and bone and hourly room rocks

Met her at the beach and Leaped out of the blue SWAT van

At my door is the crazy lady

Says she like what she's hearing

But my neighbors hate me

Could I turn it up until they're raising Hades

And then later play some Prince for the 80's babies?

Heard you got it cheap but your hands are broken

And you Got taxed twice for the standard postage

On a glass figurine made of tanker tokens

Sleep in your sneaks get your Wranglers stolen

Horse for the cattle that my posse killed slow

Tin star plastered to my sloppy silk robe

Boarding up the doors

Check the locks and windows

'Cause I'm clearly not a zombie

But they shot me still, bro...

It's Rob Sonic