Typecast - Hemlock Ernst, P.O.S., Busdriver

My jacket look wet

My paint job wet

My hurricane can take your breath

My hurricane can take your breath

My paint job wet

My jacket look wet

My hurricane can take your breath

My hurricane can take your breath

You better watch your step

Yeah, Trukfit, truck nuts, I’m a Honda

No fucks, marijuan where I want to

We’re '97, J-Lo, Anaconda

Young bucks leaving crust where they wander

Paint job wet, stay off the Maaco

Stay out my window, stay in my rear view

Stay in the clear, dude, whenever you hear crews

Stay out they mixtapes, get out the heat, shoot

Shoot guns, shoot cum, shoot flicks

Kick dicks, dumb, move bricks

Cement, glue, building shit

No shit, dude, I mean quick (yeah)

Be a beast, be a monster

Watch for the cops, knock off the robber

What?

Rob, steal, get the copper

Yep, see the teeth, be the chomper

And masticate, mash the hate to paste

They sedate, we thrash and smash the state

Cheshire with elastic face

No sire, no dice, I’ma crash the courtyard

And Templar, appearance exemplar

Tempt faith for summer and winter

And spring off the front hand, land in a stall

With a peace sign backwards like «fuck all y’all

I’m from Texas,» he ain’t y’all

His telephone number is on the wall

His paint job wet

His jacket look wet

His hurricane can take your breath

My hurricane can take your breath

You better watch your step

Calabases with alabaster

We avid fasters we dragon catchers

Son sign lung twine dumb violent bastards

We silence masters, we bind and capture

With the curses

Flirt with the verse fore spitting in the frame

Pigeon simile the same as my broken English brain

Like a rum and Coca train

Drunk driving in the rain and the silence is the same

Petal on the rose, tulips on my growth, kettle for a nose

Pour me in the flow, Edgar Allan Jones

Hang with Quincy for the show, just for the promo

Shoot me in slow-mo, gold pen, no-doz

Old friends don’t show, new friends don’t know

Old trends, old bros, new trends, new clothes

Pencils know though

All I hang is with kinfolk, though

Look, you cannot cook

I just want to say that you got some books

You got the look and you can read

You can get a job if you got some leads

You can get a job and move to Prague

You can move to Bratislava

You can study and become a doctor

I just want to say that you hot as lava

But you cannot cook no pasta

But you smoke weed like a Rasta

Are you tired?

I think I’m wired

I think my teeth are clenched like pliers

Think I need to hang up fliers

I think I am your new supplier

Let’s get higher like a pelican

Just want to say that I am a gentleman

Take my arm and move to Maryland

We can raise a little terrapin

We can be happy after all

I got your number from the bathroom wall

My jacket look wet

My paint job wet

My hurricane can take your breath

My hurricane can take your breath

My paint job wet

My jacket look wet

My hurricane can take your breath

My hurricane can take your breath

You better watch your step

Pluck from the head

A succulent thread off the cup of the fez

You’ve adopted a child soldier

He’s not tucked in the bed

The adamant stretches

I look all sexy on the Vatican steps

My jacket look wet, yeah, my jacket look wet

I’m speaking in accents and bottling the lightning bolts

Caramelized pancreas, ass through white jeans

You served the warlord who seeps in the wasteland

Manipulate talking points, end up all spray tanned

Can’t quell all the longings so sell your belongings

Feed the uneven maw

I’m munching you cheese balls in a ceramic jaw

I got keys to my stolen car

I’m screaming like a heave in a piste that Jesus is law

Am I the oldest man of marble?

The polls do it for the multitude of ex-janitors and golden booze

All the pizza men incarcerated

Is there no Josephine Baker doppelganger in my near future?

In my near future?

Am I near a computer?

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