Cold joint
Royal trux
Your meat's gone bad, but you serve it cold
Waitress got her pants on the donkey
But tiger told her to get tighter
Maybe you should smoke cigar
Then you can fill up a room
Waitress got her pants on the donkey
But tiger told her to get tighter
Maybe you should smoke cigar
Then you can fill up a room
When I was a kid my hobby was killing flies
Wearing pearls and rabbit ears
I carried a plastic gun
Now it's passed lo, these many years
And you can't take step one
I've been hiding out in houses that have never been seen
I've been coming back from places where you've never been
Yellow kid he's a big thing
Walking south and strutting stink
Out walking and wouldn't stop
With the long gong rick to thank
Gonna dump the supply on the bald lips and blanks
Sucking chum and a bummin' change, wiping cream on his mange
[It's bullshit cuz we're not that way. Cuz everybody's wonderful]
The axe fell from the big desk and I was double parked
Outside of juvenile court
And you were trapped inside
You like to have someone tell you what to do
Whether you do it or not
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