My batteries are low
Please change my Triple A batteries

Peace sign, be a time
Be a part of the grind

And if I'm gonna say it
With a hole in the bottom
What I want said
I really want it in line

Even though, dear God
She just wanna blend

Be a max
Take a ball of wax
Off backs
Until it’s comin’ from our hand

Can I foresee the dimes?
A cross on the ceiling
There’s a boner on the horse
You wish I’d ride

Now I pulled into line
To do-see-do
Pulled by for a look
For a little bit of light
See the boss
Cause hе’s gonna ride my mind
She’s gone tonight

Bе enforced with the rack
Cause she’s going to dododo
To the peni for the petal in the eyes

That is right, Mr. Cool
I don’t listen to you

Motor mouth talkin’ shit
When you’re livin’ up the
Corpse of a body
Of a simian that is dead
And the crime for eternal

And his soul is a hole in my mind
That I leave with a fore
And it’s a forehead traction
Too blue, sight feel
Full and a bullet for the real...

She’ll get it sail

Look into it
Rip your mind out
The big sail
Rip your tail
We’re drivin’ in a no wind

What you find
What you need...

All you wanna do is shit and breed

"A tea bag, ha ha ha."