Holy Roller - Speak

Now ladies and gentlemen we’ve come to the end of

(summer time, summer time radness)

Our journey.

Please make sure to remove all your belongings

(summer time radness)

And have an excellent summer

I’ve got a chip on my shoulder

The size of a crater

Ain’t no crystal popping

Ain’t no stretch navigator

Shoutout to Taylor

His nickname is Cobra

He plotting and scheming, talking on Motorolas

‘Cause he a

Holy Roller

Holy Roller

Holy Roller

He a Holy Roller

Holy Roller

Holy Roller

I feel like Guillermo

Pachoa or Hector

Super santa sangria

And that’s my protector

‘Cause I’m a holy roller

Holy Roller

Holy Roller

I’m a holy roller

Holy Roller

Holy Roller

The cash grabber with his grammar flying off the ladder

Until my body splatter no one here will ever matter

I Dan Rather shatter glass like I’m Stone Cold

Choke a lame brain rapper with his chains and old gold

What’s the price of fame?

(Bling!)

Double that, the price of pain

Made love to them foreign girls and couldn’t even say they names

Say the name why you acting like a bugaboo?

I do a drug or two and sail like the jungle cruise

Knees bruised sing the blues all cut I bleed for you

All I need is breathing room suffocate I’ll see you soon

We sending post-cards I love you from the boneyard

Wavy like the Coast Guard, but fuck ‘em though we go hard

Stomach growling, skully cap black, I get to prowling

A little Howling Wolf, a little Muddy Waters

Shoutout to Nature Boy, Shadow Runners, Buddy Rodgers

Duck Dodgers with the Roger Rabbit

The baddest habit, watching pornographic films on mama’s reading tablet

Can you imagine all the shit I seen?

Shit I seen

Studios, triple beams, rinse ‘em out like Listerine

Been baling' since that little league

That only adds to my intrigue

When under siege, fuck your red October

Crimson clover, red rover

Won’t you send them bitches over?

Outro:

West Side Art Goon Craigslist Killer

Pervert Life

Leisure Life

I feel immortal

Fuck your morals

Perv