off nice, y'nahmean? Word up, check it I shot ya I'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth gotcha I drop ya down in boilin' acid
I'm green [x3] I gave my liver to the football team I don't do no, do no, do no sluts [x3] I got acid that I gargle for a fresh brain stump Sock full
Look, Hello the hype is so mellow, bitch im dope but the pipe is so yellow. the Blue Polka Dots pink stripes & its pink on the title. nigga fuck your
The pink crucifix with the ivory jesus I wanted. The man with the blood on his hands, as I ran from the river. Kissing my cousin, before they took her
(verse 2) yo i flip that purple punch lunch purple pain i'm the prince the sole prince of purple rein but i'm blasted up v 1 acid cut pink diamond diamond
end Same bacteria eats my friends Drink pepto-bismal to remiss Smoke a joint to progress Pale and pink acid vomit sprays Dizziness erupts, I slip away
Lauper Jackson, Simon Le Bon I put eurythmics on poppin' and lockin' in The U.S.A. day glo sweater tied around my neck Studded denim big hair acid wash
ll drink pink lemonade and watch Martinez burn Cesspools in Eden Oozing away Leak by the day The land we sold you is right atop our acid pits We fill
In my youth I took a trip My first initial acid trip And it hit me like a ton of bricks My eyes they quickly dialated I began hallucinating At the tender
now had a bubbling black large seafood plate SF type load of problems at my gate Purple squid less of pink and what's that thing on the left wriggling
get shit crackin', I drop the toaster Grab the Louis, go Sammy Sosa And you ain't gotta know me to know that I hop out a new pink Rolls With the fifty
The pink crucifix with the ivory Jesus I wanted The man with the blood on his hands, as I ran from the river Kissing my cousin, before they took her to
Electric hot pink You push me in and you pull me under When I start to sink Smell gasoline as the engine rumbles If I could drive away tonight If I could
At last the crimson chord cascade To shower dry cordials within Too late to leap the chocolate gate Pale fountains fizzing forth pink gin While destiny
if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs and thought I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig Doin' sixty-five, I slid off acid
gas climbing nostrils as your pass, Making Harvard graduates feel childish when they laugh at it Climb the rungs to kingdom come Sour Patch to acid tongue
killin all the villians in my urine I'm from Port Huron I've got my cure on Hanging out in Charlottesville with Mr. Clive Van Buron Eaten Actifed to get up in my acid
doin' for our people. Because every time when you get out of your Corvette Stingray in your white pumps and your pink acid wash jeans with the matching pink