Calm down Molini Dog… I got you. Joey G armed and ready Team strong man, I been workin for Mugatu Steady hand and lyrics With stolen wine and spirits I forgot the craft I started with, Raw as Fuck and fearless. Fairy dust and paint is splattered I pictured us on rings of Saturn Ridin round off acid hits To fear and loathe that nothing mattered. Give me time to register. I’m still just a rookie man. I’ll take the wheel until we reach my biggest fear: The boogie man. Shoot him high you’ll get him son, My father said I’d do him one Packed the lazer gun I’m off to git him Pa Until it’s done. Where’s your Cardigan? Ghost Dog intellect Lucky, Charmed, and having sex. Slip and slide with the Koozie on Start the Luther next. (drop the voice) Getting High off getting dumb, I’m a real hip dude. I been waitin all my life to hear Molini sing the bluuuuues…. Got about a pound of this round brown cylinder, “Off to fuck the world!,” I said But oh man I’m feelin her. Git her til she’s bitter Now she got a better bread winner Eat the apple and the core, Throw darts at Hipster pictures. A peter picked the pickled pepper of her epicenter It’s the finest invention, the elastic adventure. Preaching to the choir leaders riding fire breathers It’s the strangest invention, the finest adventure. (Talk Shit)

All alone like street lights Give a liter cola to the homeless man, Tell him, Used to run it Drunk, High with Sam, A Basketball orange sunset, Shoot it high against the buildings Five seconds left Feel it in my lungs next Callin up NDO he solidify the deals, Got Big Bill's cold garage slow cookers and the hearty meals, Then got the taste of steel, the shudder of her leg, sweat drips the smell of booze pours thanks and giving me the gift next. I got the feeling Mars would get If it was Harsh and Wet Spark blunts on Pebblestone, I Got the fiends bowl left. Dream hard of a different day, give this shot to the bum, Rollin up to Colesville Caged bird, Sing it to me son. Stumblin on home drunk Drivin, Dreamin see me up the punx 14 and Stage Divin I commit the crime of lost boys killin college brain cells dustin' off trick or treaters Only paint ball shells Colesville son, I tell ya Read em and weep See me on the field you yellin "boourns" from the cheap seats Knees weak I joined the other squad like team sleep Picked apart the days and treat her right with shiny clean teeth Now I drive a green jeep With swollen eyes and cotton mouth, Please don't grind the rounds until I make a sound.

Snare. You do a line and I’ll do one off your ass You smoke dick and Fuck to the clash Smoke cigs with my butt Big ups to C. Owens in radash Roll around bed stuy Practicing my death stare Hear my leather boots smack the ground Coffee stains but I don’t care Up up up and down Turn turn turnaround Round round roundbout They call me the king of clout Gimme back my Liars patch I sport it on my leather jacket Smash bros in sinkholes Power chords, they call it magic Punk spells trouble bum Spit off shots of double rum Bubbles runnin down my neck Flow for hours like stubborn cum Rest in peace D Boon Play the beats with silver spoons Ring worm, drink slurm, eat shit, YO girl Watch me swoon. Beat it up beat it up And Tat her fuckin name on my neck Re write the record books Billy Corgan Bitch, sign the checks Kiss the pinky toe and I’ll tell you what you’d like to know Make my plans and let her know Hit me up. Some Punks Like your last record Some Punks only like your first two, Some Punks don’t know what punk is, Some Punks like the Smiths. Stamp my hand big man I said, I’m old enough to drink Crush cans on tramp stamps Spittin blood up in the sink Soccer babes and little crime stoppers Got the raging clue Locker room beat box, Rapper stalk your homeboy’s crew Moist dew is whoarfrost Joogie Fruits ain’t store bought Ancient wisdom Norse thought On the rocks like bored cops Some punks read the newspaper funnies Some punks read your band t-shirts Choking on the ashes of heredity and smoke a pack a day Some punks wear red leather Some punks sip skinny latte’s Some punks stick their nose up Some punks keep their eye’s down Some punks love punk and reggae Some punks don’t listen to music Some punks hit the hay early Some punks hit it daily Some punks watch horror movies Some punks watch Seventh Heaven Some punks will rob you Some punks bill you for their time Some punks used to cover “Closing Time” in Middle School Some punks buy records Actually most punks buy records Some punks squat in basements Some punks live in their parents pool house Some punks are annoying as fuck Some punks don’t claim to be punks Some punks are anarchists Some punks shop at Hot Topic Some punks hate Reagan Some punks like the Ramones (some of these may or may not be in the song, but you get the point)

ground breaking cinema, against my eye lids The green lantern ablaze, giving fuel to shy kids Shmeagle at the honey bunny crumby can't deny it Goin overboard like hover boards Marty Mcfly hits. Since the first time it's like Mikey he likes it Break it down roll around this is why I'm like this This is why this is why this is me at my highest Roast on playgrounds Colesville's Finest Give up the ghost and keep the Jon Todd blunts live on the coast and play the banjo, CRUNK I am mad excited to show you life, ON WEED Back rubs ON WEED Sushi spread, on me Seventeen years until I met the green GOD Yao ming can't handle it Dan Roe gave me the nod Catch me in the corner son i think you might flinch Spark jays to Doom records and Ezra Pound well-read white chicks (omg ew) (this song was supposed to be about weed and Jenny instead wrote something about spaghetti. I dunno what she’s saying) 10 years and a fort night now ago Mayo called me, "got the freshest green." I said, "I got to go" Heard it's optimal, and say yes if you get it Had me searchin for it all summer like Joseph Gordon Levitt So gimme that hydro Gimme that nitro and i'll hit it with the girl next door i'm sorry but im shy tho listenin to fly-lo bouncin round the corner on my board Took a strong pull of my boy triceratops (RIP) Felt my brain reach the sky then tie it in knots clouds coughin out my nose like a dragon's nostril Post up in the ether, the visions was colossal Entered bowser's castle with a hellafied glare My sword was forest green Fleed the scene, grabbed the princess by the hair We dropped the beat outside There was nothing to hide. Samwise:

“TroubleBUm” Pick the herbs Ensure that curds and whey Get separated into 2 words Blessed with Frankincense and Mur Get em while they’re hot Sick of watching hot foxes fuck While watching my dog pop snot. Keep my deepest darkest thoughts In Al Gore’s Lockbox Over next to Grandma Death’s crock pot Watch Hop scotch Eatin my favorite Pop Tart Flinch, I didn’t even see you start. Keep score for the youngins Then I’ll introduce them to Plug ins In the waves Package Ask them months later WHAT THE FUCK THAT RACKET IS?! Shake my cane Tell em keep it short and simple Back to the lab, Song throw aways keep me warm for the winter Listen to Wu classics, Far from average. You get em free with your first pack of matches. Silly Rabbit. Men and boys alike, Becoming Ah Real Monsters Lived to tell that Sex on the freeway Tastes like blood from an enemy, Like when I bit my own lip, Then I came too quick. Warm as if wrapped in a bear skin. When she gave me the gift of my own sweat I did not bath for want of the cold For want of more friction. Falls asleep to Episode 59 of the Simpsons Cradled by the night lights And White NOISE.

Get on my level You know I never wet the bed sheet Killin works, Jerks spit non winnable perks spewin empties. Rap lines aplenty, While I pine to find my finest line Moonshiniest wine, All different kinds. Dope man dope man Let me get some more capn crunch berries, Stoned and married. Sittin on my shoulders staring Off into the wilderness To get a better feeling Like the porno flix you watch On the internet you stealin. She’s staring at the ceiling And I’m suckin on her left tit This had so much more potential Like a younger Byron Leftwich. Still yearnin for the winner’s circle, Dance Monkey, Dance. Too fast to crack the whip on Steve Urkel The man’s Peter Pan. The holiest of the holy, Your little dude’s hero, Striped shirt, side burns, Get sick of countin zeros. New needle spark the record Pay the first part second measure Lost cause sedond guesser Fucking chest hurts. And weed spills. I be the one in the movie Speed that kills Johnny Eutaw All for one and all in one take On the set, Last Picture Show Watch the old man’s heart break. All I ever wanted was to join the Supersonics Limited supervision Hold my breath And ace phonics. Until I got the check and it said I got PAID Seen it on the twenty at the bank and it SAY “Disregard women, Acquire mad currency, Count your grounded weed up” That’s the Motto Hans Solo Fuckin screamin and shit… Put the fucking needles in my back Watch me squirm til it hurts Yall scram like germs Ice cube used to rock the perm Then he got elected to his second term At Daddy Day Care Hey I liked that film especially at the end When his dog dies And I shot him. Keep the plot thin. Keep it fresh for my next of kin Born through sin. D mac 5,4,3, for the win.