[Verse 1: Brian]
Tell me all about yourself while I be reading labels
On these cans of different spices, I should work for Isis
It's the little tard boy and I be less of a fuck giver
Suck on my crusted limp cock until you taste my liquids
Middle finger up, it's my history look
Other finger in her cunt while reading recipe books
Really, what's the proper way to bake a bitches butt cheek
And saute her fucking face, uh huh
I'll tell you all of it and then...

[Verse 2: Dale]
Dale comes in with my balls on your chin
I fucked your mama's ass and I'll do it all again
Christ or sin, I'm all about booty shaking
Brian's frying bitches and it smells like fucking bacon
Fuck boys want a taste of this tard-fucking hole
I pin 'em with my balls like I won the star bowl
Yeah I got a shunt, but I got a hard skull
In retaliation, I ate their mama's fart hole

[Verse 3: Brian]
Dale knows all the secrets to the spices and the treasure
That I'm hiding in the kitchen, add some piss for decent measures
I keep a healthy piston, Mrs. Dash for the riches
And a dick inside her lips before I cook her, I will miss it
Wanna waggle on my sour dough plate for a second
Pizza tackle box toppings on your legs for a second
Some onions, and some garlic, and some cheddar, this'll tickle
That's enough because she's got some big 'ol pepperoni nipples
[Verse 4: Dale]
Sick faggots wanna talk about my little dick
Nice talking bitch, acting like you fucking slick
Fucking sick dude, I hear a bunch of screaming
It's my boy on your girl reaming, and we 'bout to team it (team it)
Big dreaming, it's Dale Nasty
I fucked your mama's back meat, yeah I clapped them ass cheeks
Fucking whack me, do it to the track beat
Do it nasty, like a taxi's backseat

White Rabbit

[Intro: Tag the Tongue Sample]
Fucking with my dick (x6)

[Verse 1: Brian]
Ship shape like a tard boy should've been
Ever since college I've been thinking how much could I give
Of a fuck, Rag-a-Muffin, Zachy woulda lived
If he didn't press all on my buttons like a little bitch
I shot him, I fucking shot him
Had these coppers on my ass, they wanna say 'Oh hey, I got him'
But they didn't, 'cause I'm still out on the run, I'm fucking running
And the fun is wearing off, I got a gun, I'm fucking stunting shit
And the sky is tinged, it's a deep coat yellow
Like the bottom of the feet on hippy fellows
And my yellow swelled up, and jello cups
Summer wearing out and I don't give a single mother fuck
[Verse 2: Dale]
Roll hard, rolling sturdy, I'm a birdy bitch
Ball park playing like a god damn make a wish
Plate hard for the hot boys, not Brian's story like he drops noise
Acting like a fuck boy
Not a choice, my brain's all fucked up
Shunt in the back with a good front shuck (dude)
Aw shucks, what a fucked up life
With a 1 - 2 walk I step in stride
When I'm on the dance floor and I'm 'bout to get live
And I bob my head to the song of life
Fuck a disco, I jive in the attic
Spray on the crowd with a fully automatic

[Verse 3: Brian]
Live a life of shit and nothing ever getting done
I take a tooth out of your sister and I'll shove it up your butt
'Cause I'm a slick willy retard, silly with the Tommy Gun
Take out my dick and put it firmly in your mommy's guts
Tripping hard, I don't know where the floor ends
Head on, apply directly to the forehead
And Dale's leg's twisted up in a knot
And I ain't fucking shit, but I love what I got
Fuck a forest and desert, I've been floored for a minute
In my jungle I've been thinking all about my fucking business
Get the fuck out of my way if we don't have no common interests
I'm the eye of the beholder, hold my cock, console the witness
With the rock, it's a pet, and I met with Barack
And he told me that he's bombing hella pussy like a lot
I'm the real Kid Icarus, harpoons and sharp spoons
Pimp in the tycoon, who's next to lampoon?
[Verse 4: Dale]
Not, not a, not a fucking toy
Fucking with my dick 'cause I ain't a boy
Fuck no, I'm not living like mice
I'm not about a life where I have to think twice
Not nice when I put 'em on ice
Let 'em all rot in a bag of rice
God damn, I'm soaring like a phantom
Got me a room at the local Hampton
With a black coffin and them all gold rungs
For the white rabbit we run-run-run
Me and Brian all about that fun
About that fun, and we're tagging tongues