| Got an axe in the duffel bag, couple of fags, |
| Stuffed in the backseat, muzzled n gagged, |
| Wrapped in bubble wrap, two lesbians ahh, |
| Couple hustler mags, now grab the pez dispenser, |
| Fill it up to the max, with muscle relaxers, |
| The governor of Alaska, She lusts when I ask her, |
| To shove my polaski sausage up in her ass huh, |
| While we hover over Nebraska, |
| Shooting at the fucking buffalo pasture, |
| In the helicopter, man I can’t fuck her no faster, |
| She’s screaming grab my titties, shady suck on those bastards, |
| But I ain’t no sucker, I won’t snuggle up with her after, |
| I’m a gigolo, But Ya’ll look like the juggalo rapper, |
| Everyday man I just seem to get a little bit doper, |
| Shit, Back down, |
| Man I’d rather lick on a scrotum, |
| And eat the fucking octa Mom’s pussy lips with some okra, |
| While I watch Whoopi Goldberg, Sizzle with Oprah, |
| While bossy pussy farts and takes a piss on the sofa, |
| Getting home and play dick swords with the Jonas… Brothers, |
| Your mother fucking mothers are roamers, Like no other, |
| I keep thinking of her smothered in soma’s… |
| It’s chemical warfare, Drop bombs like sadam, |
| I’m bringing the drama, Like Barrack Obama, |
| Playing rock em' sock em' robots with the Octo Mama, |
| I’m vato loco, homie I’ll c*** those llamas, |