Fuck these backpackers Runnin' this thang, money insane Busy getting brain like Krang What, what's my name in the woods got these niggas usin' Mapquest Alright it's Childish baby, Mr. Talk About His Dick Again Nerdy ass black kid, whatever man, I'm sick

Chew my meat for you Pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss From my mouth to yours One baby to another says, "I'm lucky to have met you" I don't care what you think unless it is about me It is now my duty to completely drain you I travel through a

Please don’t let me die in Florida, I don’t care about my name. Throw my bed on to a train. And this is what I know. If you catch me dying in Orlando If you catch me dying in Daytona I was born in Indian summer, In the Southern long ago. Where those

And I thought about you Winding stream Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam, the same old dream Oh I'm going back to you And what did I do? I thought about you I took a trip on a train I passed a shadowy lane Two or three cars parked

Don't worry (easy you brain), about a thing (do you hear what we say) Every little thing is gonna be alright (Well listen we again) We know life is such a heavy load Well easy don't worry all you life away You saying a lot of prayers to the devil I say,

(What about us) Did you ever stop to notice Is there a time What about sunrise What about rain What about all the things that you said We were to gain What about killing fields

Someday we'll find it The Rainbow Connection The lovers, the dreamers and me Why are there so many Songs about rainbows And what's on the other side Rainbow's are visions They're only illusions And rainbows have nothing to hide

Chew my meat for you Pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss From my mouth to yours One baby to another says, "I'm lucky to have met you" I don't care what you think unless it is about me It is now my duty to completely drain you I travel through a

I figured out what you're all about So I hope I won't be there in the end If you come around And I don't think I like what I see All brawn and no brains And all those nice things And you finally got what you want Someone to look good with And light your

That's just what you do When you're at the bottom It sure could drain a man About as empty as these beer cans Yeah, this time it's it, I'm callin' it quits I'm not turnin' her on anymore She packed up the same ol' stuff And slammed the same ol' door And