[Chorus]

Now you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

[Verse 1]

Tickets for the gun show, late for the fight

Get in with the cutthroat, make with the nice

Take in the sights as you aim at the floor

Sleep with one eye open and away from the door

Now that you've curved third finger on the bell

Death out of oil and some poisons to sell

Boil down his tears from the years that he spent

Hearing ghosts and the omens slowly cheers-ing his death

The clock major dollar holler bad girl party hat

Dante nirvana's on a flat world army tat

Sharpie cat, missing link, archer with the starter coat

Hunker down the Once-ler and the starburst into artichokes

Marky [?] Funky Bunch, glass eye, fish food

Domicile, Gomer Pyle, Joker smile, chip tooth

Rip roof, drop top, foxy brown, locker meat

[?] pay the man or Abraham's [?]

Tried to find a better way, but now I just don't give a fuck

Inside I'm dead as Zed and outside I'm the village dunce

Filling up his tank, got the blankets at the Jennifer[?]

Dupont[?] on the roof top, and the anklets for the wrestlers

Messengers, bloodied up, guppy hunt, barrel fish

Money tree, fire fox, China shop, Merrill Lynch

Derelict, satellite schools for the wasted youth

Fibers turn to tigers and incisors into sabertooths

[Chorus]

Now you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

[Verse 2]

Teacher once told him that the Campbell's and Kraft

Wasn't much different from the handfuls of crack

In the sandals and 'stache from his pumas and skids

In the waitress from the famous but a few months of tips

Momma once told him there'd be days where he wishes he

Hadn't left the bed or took his breakfast to Tiffany

In his dreams he wins it all, but always holds the putter wrong

And in between the 9 to 5 he idolize the somersault

Rounded up from nothing and got overdrawn

Peppercorn bop like he spastic or it's live action Techeun Force

Begging for his space, but got issues when he separate

Money from the love and the gators from the Everglades

Never make dough off the music that he started on

But everything that he read is on some pretty shit, Barbara Zon[?]

Mark his lawn daily to prevailing get it ruined by

Rappers that say they don't rap in Cadillacs with suicide

Doors on the low ride, home fry, rough him up

Olly olly oxygen [?]

It is dark, hell is warm, also where the children go

To practice how to catfish on the graphics with the silicone

Million ways for you to choose whichever way you wanna go

More racks on the door cracks or a Rorschach with a rubber hose

Summer clothes, packed up, safe keep, snorkel time

From where we keep creating it and basing with them porcupines

[Chorus]

Now you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car

And you get a car