[Verse 1]

I went John Belushi on ya minibar, that's a rainy day in hell

Strapped C4 to Jurassic Park toy Jeeps, oiski

Marigold mister re-unearthed

Tally ho stick you in a hearse then its adios

I ain't a happy host, come to think of it

You can make your own tea, I don't drink the shit

Peach Lipton's, Champion cream fitted

Bash the keyboard, map a detour

Quick, pass the cheeseboard rapid

I think there might be suttin in your attic and it's me

But I can't seem to see three feet in front of me, wow

Designer spec row, with the tints

Desert Storm fatigue with the Timb's, minus 24 degrees on a whim

Cyborg sling, pet baby alligator in the sink

Fried shrimp, squid rings, Doris Day spins when I'm shooting

Smack ten over chor, your staffy pop

Get the MAC-10, no remorse

Slow your course, brain cells fire at will

I killed the counter, made adjustments to the private well

I'm a sheister still, pimp hoes on Alan Street

Shits grim for real, moon chicken, mud wrestle

Drink the veil, medium rare with ginger beer

Tough, get us out of here kid