Hopped the 5, braindead, land flashbush feeling zombie-ish Bounced a bitch, bit her neck and said i want the kiddies licked Later had to play some games, pulling strings had made me loopy. But when birdy beared the banjo, the band went full kazooie Rocking in the 4 seater, all black beater back seat cruising moving senses like the reffer 3 am, squadrons block watching, flocking like some migrants suns down. guns out, fire wet the streets like hydrants