Better watch out,
Sucka, now I got ya where I want ya
Onslaught
Coming and I'm packing in my lunch a,
Bunch of,
missile launchers and a bunch of contra–
Band, van
full of ganja,
now come on,
jump
Man, stop moshin' Marshall oh my God, yah,
Do-ing the cha cha,
and the cucaracha,
with a quadra–
Plegic,
Boogying down to Frank Sinatra
Lindsay to the Lohan, lick it while you let me watch ya
Who da knew the Buddha do to me what it's done?
Such cynicism when there’s izm in my system
Blunt
hypnotism, lift the spliff up to my lips, son
So much on my hands, I got to give my kids a fist bump