Here’s a little something for your next of kin
The kid ain’t been the same since they arrested him
With his moms out in front of the Mrs. B’s
For a four-inch blade with a switch release
This is way way back before rap was large
Back when Dorothy put her 4 speed in her dad’s garage
Before chlorine turned your war chiefs into mutants and macks
Before fumes had turned your Ewing’s into sewage and sap
Before gluten and glass began filling the farms
Before filters turned your billiards into diligent darts
He was still at the bar and they were clapping in clumps
We started laughing we were glad it didn’t happen to us
There was math in the mud and there was digits in dirt
There was a difference of opinion over business and birds
That turned to whichever’s worse if you were missing the cues
There was no dipping till we’re finished and this rib is removed
This is getting ugly we should pray for tomorrow
Cause we ain’t got that money and they’re chasing our car
I guess they needed all that pita that they gave us to guard
I guess that piece will go to pieces if you break it apart
This is getting ugly we should pray for tomorrow
Cause we ain’t got that money and they’re chasing our car
I guess they needed all that pita that they gave us to guard
I guess that piece will go to pieces if you break it apart
Bang bang bang
Bang bang bang
Bang bang bang
Bang bang bang
Oh-oh-oh-oh yeah
Easy come, easy go, Wheatie bowl, dress slacks
Polo socks, opened box, Robocop, death trap
Red flag, painted doors, wasted wharf, capsize
Public house, rowdy rods, proudly don, Pabst signs
Tag line came for one but now its next Tuesday
Hey, Hey, Hee, Hee, get off of my food chain
Alibi, 2 train, skip the line, limbo
Time flies different when pinching prized pigs won’t
Dinner time wishbone, Popeye play or pass
8 million bottles, nothing’s novel to a paperback
Neighbors cat missing, seen him f#cking with the supers dog
This is where we bang our head and hang our threads on rooves and walls
Through the fog the logs are lit, the flares are in the theater
Staring at the Ferris wheel of heretics and reapers
Harris field bleacher, get your rebirth at the reservoir
The devils in a blue dress and the proof is in the wedding march
This is getting ugly we should pray for tomorrow
Cause we ain’t got that money and they’re chasing our car
I guess they needed all that pita that they gave us to guard
I guess that piece will go to pieces if you break it apart
This is getting ugly we should pray for tomorrow
Cause we ain’t got that money and they’re chasing our car
I guess they needed all that pita that they gave us to guard
I guess that piece will go to pieces if you break it apart
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