junkyard-woods wimp

Player got a junk yard Damn he a bum Sipping Toyota rum Throwing fingers with my thumb See the head The dungeon the thirteen jungle My uncle They jumping Jumping jack Playing craps Juggin packs Revolver stacks The gun back My backpack Filled with racks Sell me that Give me that Tell me that Remember that Where you at That’s that Now what Tall up Ball up And freek out Mailman gotta hole in his truck That’ll Make you freek out