Don’t walk-run
grip the new concoction
Two atoms of hydrogen
One atom of oxygen
D-D Dumbfucks are buying it up
I think you qualify
More than a billion molecules per drop
Drink it or die
I’m moderating this HR conference
With homeopathic cocaine fueled confidence
Straight leg black jeans
And mint green jelly flats
I’ve got no savings account
I’ve got no belly fat
My people tell me that you’re trying to climb
The corporate ladder but don’t want to perform as a mime at my one week sobriety anniversary shindig
You needn’t glance at my blade
To know I skin pigs
I fry them up out in front of the defunct precinct
Come try your luck tuck in your jaw guard your grill don’t blink
Hoist a girthy offering a flesh before the sudden infant death council protests
Meadow foam seed oil to keep it moist
Salted ripple chips osmosis keeps my voice
My matinee set
My satin disguise
splatter them laterally
Until adequate backup arrives
No drinks no snacks
Just—-
Telepathic attacks
From the back of my lebaron
No hug no kiss
Just jugs of piss left
To divide between his parents
He’s gonnnnne
Bring the cleaning crew around
No drinks no snacks
Just—-
Telepathic attacks
From the back of my lebaron
No hug no kiss
Just jugs of piss left
To divide between your parents
Don’t walk-run
grip the new concoction
Two atoms of hydrogen
One atom of oxygen
D-D Dumbfucks are buying it up
I think you qualify
More than a billion molecules per drop
Drink it or die
Visionary. Unique. Utterly indispensable and required listening. Light years ahead of their time. These guys should be rich as fuck and directing the culture. damian kennedy