have I told am I old I don't know what I show could I go throw some mo to the wind like a sin I have it don't got licks I got hits matching kicks chocolate tits candy apple nipples I might have to tip em don't got pistols I want to do but who are you isn't that true it's just me and you but also my crew I get what I want and I want what I have I got this running like a crab why you gotta stab no I didn't run I don't got a gun I have a pun a hotdog buns transcending trash turning to Ash you cannot catch up with my ass I got the buzz like the fairly odd bus smelling like some odd Timmy Turner magic dust dropped it in the mud and I got it stuck tiny bees eating me lightning McQueen racing round the track like a garbage fiend