Hell of a Ride (Studio)

We had a hell of a ride

But you thought we were riding to heaven

Well, I motherfucking lied

So crank that funky shit to eleven

Photosynthetical, I want 'em botanical

And I'm kind of theoretical

Quantum mechanical, alphabetical

A word puritanical

Not a hypothetical, I rule tyrannical

Tyrannical-saurus rex

Fuck the system, solar plexus

A lone star Texas, yeah

Too smart to be sexist, hey

Slow it down, the shit's too quick

Fuck it, stick with it

The kid is too sick to quit

Haters, suck my dick

Handle the candle, lick the wick

No stop, you're better than that

C'mon, male definition there's a letter in that

Spell male, then repeat the second letter in that

AA, if you got a girl, don't let her in that

I said I got a green light, Jay Gatsby

You know leaking's just for Maxi

So leak my tracks, they're tax-free

And that's the way it should be if you ask me

Take this music, choose it

Use it, fuse it, abuse it, lose it

Some of you like it sweet

But if it's just me, then B

Let's ride the beat

Fuck it, get a bucket

My stomach is gonna upchuck

Texas Ranger, no Walker, get up Chuck

Pixar's dicks are slick 'cause they fucked up

What a fucked up, stuck up, suck up

Say this shit is crap

Scoff, write me off as some white kid tryin' to rap

Because I'm willin' to quit

Just kiddin', the kid'll keep killin' this shit, oh

We've had a hell of a ride

But you thought we were riding to heaven

Well, I motherfucking lied

So crank that funky shit to eleven

We've had a hell of a ride

But you thought we were riding to heaven, heaven

I motherfucking lied

So crank that funky shit to eleven

Lyrical acrobat

Listen, empirical mathematician

The miracle aftermath is in part due to

The fact that rap's elastic addict act is missing

Too smart to be dismissed

Hey, Miss Heart, meet Mister Fist

Kids can't cut it, so they try your wrist

Shit, you got nothing on me, I'm a nihilist

Come on Bo, flow

Blow like the wind go

Flow like the wind blow

Blowin' out the window

Amnesty, amnesia, I remember

A window in Indonesia

Pleased to meet ya

I don't believe in Jesus

Jesus, please don't sneeze your Cheez-its

Please, it's just what I believe

It's not Jesus

It's Cheez-its, right?

Not like a Jeremiah Wright

Guy rhyme too tight

And it's makin' you fight

My skin, Lite Brite

Like the light that you write by

Lord of the Rings, man, I'm the Tolkien white guy

Too dense, gotta rewind it

Hate my brain, but too sane to mind it

The meaning's there, but as a rule of thumb

Just hum if you're too dumb to find it

We've had a hell of a ride

But you thought we were riding to heaven

Well, I motherfucking lied

So crank that funky shit to eleven

We've had a hell of a ride

But you thought we were riding to heaven, heaven

I motherfucking lied

Now crank that funky shit to eleven, baby

(We had a hell of a ride)

(But I thought we were riding to heaven, heaven)

(You motherfucking lied)

(So crank that funky shit to eleven-leven)

(We had a hell of a ride) You think I'm jokin', well then, you don't know me

(But I thought we were riding to heaven) You don't, you don't, you don't know me at all

(You motherfucking lied) You think I'm jokin', well then, you don't know me

(So crank that funky shit to eleven) You don't, you don't, you don't know me at all

We had a hell of a ride, but I thought

Thought we were riding to heaven

But you lied

I'ma lie, I'ma lie

I'ma lie, I'ma lie

I'ma lie, I'ma lie

(If you think I'm jokin', well, then you don't know me)

(You don't, you don't, you don't know me at all)