ghost boast chicken and the mornings young you bastard rat kill a cat and your cussing your son I'm from the hop frog spitting with a hungry tounge you wanna stone cold bury carry cry like the guys do when they take out don't pout I do don't honor treason I shouldn't fucking say light candles vandals they fucking got it made but sickle and sting the dragon and call away caloway anhidrous and motherfucker say bombsaway drive by kite nation girl give me some tongue Glenna flip her fucking flowers fuck them flowers then done and I wanna die naked like Jim the lid stowers and I'm getting half baked at noon tru rye raisins facing Jason's and June toe fry ticket spicket...