ForTheRush
Bluelighter
i mix up the mis in communication with hiccups and hick busts, moonshine distilerys clothes stiched up, down home style wish us a happy trip but dont forget to tip us, cause this just in the tools in the shed are rustin and your 3 year old is cussin thats disgustin, push the button control another person like you were thrust in his mind your lack of a voice can compensate for mine, wind the doll like a lined up stack of dominos tip piece one and yell geranamo, like tony montanano i cant stop saying oh like the cali's say bro, playin limbo with some bimbo gettin on my cb like my name was jimbo, speed up then slow weed up then blow need us thin flows, im the originial bad boy no mcdonalds happy meal sad toy, asked taco bell if they had soy i guesse it was a bad ploy, rogers and rad roy dont ask me if my dads troy or youll be achen like achman, with a fresh rakin to your yard as i break into your car make a statement get too far and ill take in all your charge, till your battery is dead and youll be mad at me instead but inside that cavity your head is me your majesty ed, rackity crack crack goes my half sack of black yak cruisin braddock just me myself an addict choosing to be mad at the mad katz who drag bats of shwag grass, playin bingo with ringo, at the border jumpin gringos just to learn the lingo, get drunk and sing slow, get high and wings grow, or maybe theyre just springs yo, killer bees fling dough killer trees clean blow, so its pure like swings go back and forth mature plants and forts, i sure rant my worth but wheres the rave to go with it, i give you a humbug and a snooty word INSIPID, my firewall protects me from trojans lets me fight back like conan the barbarian grown man, from the viking homeland striking stone and binding spells woa damn, cast level 3 the rebel spree turn the treble please, epil e hec tic tock let it be, like george said to me that song was mine cant you see, he wrote it on e bloated and free sitting on the toilet to pee, just to toil with the sea of floaters and flea the guitar playing bee, just a scarred vip till the day we d-i-e you little b-i-c lighter, can you back 3,000 lights per package what are you mcgavier, i guesse we all learned something dont plan ahead cause you'll fail miserably instead plan behind, take time to unwind one time 2 times a day 2 crimes but hey, whaddaya say lets just let life plan it self and save the dismay, and pay to get yay not worrie about being scarface someday, buy a fun dip have a funday do your cool-whip on a monday, try a 2 way street one way your the walker and im the cay, when my mind leaks i spray whats inside on the tray, this weird screen blank and grey do these windows really exist or are they really just a way to type to say im having fun like the suns ray.
