[Verse: Rob Sonic]

Old gold chains on a plaster bust

Of Beethoven’s 8th over Gatling guns

I walk this way just to warn the women

That I snore when I fuck and my horns are hidden

Just ignore the rip and let us finickers top

And play it off like it’s awesome ‘cause this isn’t your yacht

The different have docked and brought their enemies bread

And an orphan just did laundry all in twenties and tens

Pledging a pimp, but I swear my allegiance

To every dog-leg left with his tail in between ‘em

The trailers are leaden, so a forest of freaks

That carry broadswords, knives, and a portrait of me

So in order to breathe I need a couple of breaks

And in order to get those I need to cover your face

There’s the mother of mange with a wave to deploy

This is Johnny Red Rotten doing skate and destroy

Oliver twisting every whisker he has

This is chopper running laps around your livery cab

In some slippers he grabbed when he get dipped in the dollop

And blew his muffler when discovered he was missing his wallet

In the still of a silent he get dumped from a muse

He would never see again unless you send him for food

In the menacing moon upon a horrible night

And the fully loaded bullies that just borrowed your bike

Tomorrow is tight and packed with stooges and fools

And the gophers are now chauffeuring their losers to schools

To move is removed, all the rooms are a wreck

And the ships that we were passing are now gasping for breath

Out of respect I’ll spot you five and a half

If you teased it with the Jesus that’s inviting you back

[Outro: Rob Sonic]

R-R-Ready on the left with the rowboats

He deadly as what’s left to the ozone

By the time he get the rest of the old jokes

They’ll probably reinvent how to stones throw

My posse getting big ‘cause we eat wrong

My hobby’s making mints out of meatballs

I’ll probably spend my wish on a sheep dog

And probably let my crib turn to peat moss