High Five - Secret Band

Damn, that’s a nice ass hand!

Yeah, I wanna slam it together with my hand in a big fish tank

Hey, I wanna take out your mom to dinner

That’s the right way to show your thanks

You should believe in blah blah blah blah

With a nice ass hand, yeah

I wanna slam it together with my hand

What do we expect of me?

Six times seven, forty-three

Bless this ghetto growing tree

Goo goo gah blah dah

Do that, construct a tire

Wheels make better shapes then shoes

Use your tits to get retired

Some dudes lack the sense to choose

Scraping, aching deuces

What’s my favorite way to do this?

Touching the various nouns and sounds around

Arr, grip, barking away

Hating the shit outta smiley ass clowns

Bark, ip, narping a bae

Touching the various nouns and sounds around

Slip, eek, oh, Keesha, hey

Hating the shit outta smiley ass clowns

Can I cut your mouth?

Can I slap your face?

Can I make you close your eyes and eat meat off your face?

Runnin' up in my travel shit

Is it the, thickest squish curb to make my wish splish

If all the whales and birds and shit

Come together I can, I can, make that wish be true

Can’t get bored in the future, it’s only there for you

But, baby, please, I’m on my knees and in a real bad mood

Great vacation, stiff as water

Hope vibrations make me smarter

Clench your cheeks and shit it farther

God, I live in space

Who I be, who, who, who I be

Not that stick growing trees

I’m going nut, fuck, yeah, they know this

Suspended in time, I have an extra guy inside

My dick, but you no need I know’d it

Learn dis, I got pigeon wings tattooed inside my eyeballs

Dudes smoke my fresh haircut

I got stacks of nipples, spewing roots, uh yeah

I got butts that turn into trucks

I made money growing extra limbs for aliens that abducted me

But those, space bucks never work at any store

I can never get those minutes back