carry marry bury the bone Larry weary wither and stone gods gonna carry us home devil gave us our wit now we got English to spit now we got houses to flip look at all this shit carry bury the lick for the fire gonna marry the wick smoking reefer after the sick and I'ma walk with the stick toms got a booger to flick oh well ain't it grand the mortuary where you end then they steal your corpse and torture you after the hurse getting poisoned by the nurse breaking Into her purse and I'm the Italian stallion eating the fuck out of all moms valium got visit by owl son what's that mean did God give some wisdom to me is tom gonna carry us free is god gonna marry the three and I know three is magic follow hollow swallow the storm and i stop the rain im the one that stops the rain got fortune and pain had to clean up some big stains yeah cut out the carpet missing your face and the love from your pockets praying for rockets so I can see you in the heavens soon brother dear swallow some beer marry carry fortune is near gods got a cavaliere and I got a Honda thanking Obama for the health plan and I'm missing your hands thanking my limited fans thank you