Check it, yo!
I always hit the tape with the Rupro styles
You heard the psychedelic and you came from miles
Keep my arms thinkin' like a Guinness bro
So you can call me black and tan when I reckon it crew
I'm like Billy Wright when he's in Tangiers
I'm out on the Soul Safari with my beatnik beers
Analog reel and a little distortion
Smokin' on suckers, you can see I'm scorchin'
I never been the talk to frack
But beware, I'll make a man burn his trap car
Like it was hell
Send you up the river like you're lookin' for curts
I got the mug, won't jizz him up and never reverse
I always hit the apple when I'm goin' to shoot
So you can call me William Teller, Agent Cooper to boot
Mr. Mojo rising on the case again
So tell your mother, and your sister, and your sister's friends
Like an exterminator running low on dust
I'm fuckin' powder-inchin' and I can't be trust
In a zone trip and then I'm off to Inexia
I gotta get a tight ride of this sexy
My name's Justin, that's all that's it
And I can spit here, I'm squeakin' like an eighth or shit
House of the holy like Jimmy Page
What the song we're made to sing
So I'm stuck in a rage, just like Jane
Which is goin' to Spain
I think I'm goin' away tomorrow just to fool in the rain
Light up the candles and bless the room
Apparent or it's no blind, just a black week move
Thoughts out of dust and I'm off to Jizz him
The wild boys run around into some trippin'
Let it to control about the dick lover
Tryin' like Hans and I'm blowin' my cup and
Thoughts out of dust and I'm off to Jizz him
The wild boys run around into some trippin'
Let it to control about the dick lover
Tryin' like Hans and I'm blowin' my cup and
Let it to control about the dick brother
Let it to control about the dick brother
Let it to control about the dick brother
Let it to control about the dick brother
Let it to control about the dick brother
