Evening Drive (feat. Leron Thomas)

Don't know what it means

The self-hate

O the joy it brings

Like a hamhock in the middle of the greens

A runaway slave Hemlocke Springs

A babe like Ruth badabada bing

The fat girl sings feeling all bridal

And her foreign ass don't come with subtitles

Looking at the screen close she done missed a cycle

The cradle of love, Billy Idol

A white wedding possible new arrival

504 Gateway Timeout

False alarm, luck of the Irish, from eating lucky charms

Too much glucose in my arms

Sugar from the liquor store never from the farm

May my gonads be forewarned

Well I be darn

Car chase

My little friend's higher than Scarface

Rock star no guitar case

Did you sell out or was it bad taste?

Greeting everybody in dark face

Don't worry we'll meet back at our place

The connection dropped, you gotta reboot

You in the cloud baby with a fluteytoot?

Jumping off cliffs with a parachute

Little Richard rudy toot

Young Malcom for the loot

All you get next album is a MOTHERFUCKIN flute!

I'm makin privilege records as you can see I'm tryin hard to make my image better

No longer typed casted, you can pause me better

****, I'm even rockin' a Cosby sweater

Old people in tights lookin like ashy ankles with church socks

They stay in my merch box

You in a hurt lock

Fucked by the system, wishing that were not so politicly correct

Saying her cock

Chuck Norris

Delores be Murdock

Lightin' up for what

Chung Li's weak in the gut

Bad blood like a mut

Fixed like ball games

Chagrin in the cut