pepe le pew

more piano I'm on that like bach or don atello ain't no telling where my staff go parting sea like modest mouse we out the house stay afloat like the Titanic sorry Jack and no wood to spare open the door you know what they say when it rains it pours better count you snores roast your smore you gooey bitch life like a box of chocolate go to school get your doctorate you don't wanna be on the street with your fellow prophet you gonna wanna get it for yourself put it in your pocket check your watch off the chain way we clocked in we just filed the docket you just stocked it count your prophetwose to the wisdom cheddar rocket way we wiz to the mind of the trap the food the fellow rat not that I associate with that but I've gone five on the pack and had them sirens on my back said never spit truth all we spit is facts you wanna bring your compass Jack ask what it is you really want most we the never need to boast we the Caribbean and the damn grow out the coast way the skunk smelling like that pepe lepew way we gonna shoot pew pew blow the smoke off this barrel while we exhale to bury you and you fellow pigs way the gas in this mic you know I'm bust a tool ain't no hoe life ain't a yellow brick road pussy comes and it goes count the oz owed till I'm blowing and refuling oz s the fuel I know I ain't going to co exist put it in your home or am I alone eyeing that tree only one alone thees the songs of the concrete jungle backwood Mac and I'm gone clutching clipper till I'm fellow follow roach down to the emeber or your boy out this bitch flying coach golden ticket like it's willy wanka chasing fatt ass onto donka till the dent mother fuckers out here counting bank count my check comma moving left bitch on that shit shoot the shit shoe shine spit and get mine blacker than polish more than it abolish I'm on that shit moral no slave food and the Benz a nigga paid hottest shit talked my wrist the rims I'm getting off this pain even if I got to get it of the minum wage