cross fade

let the bodies hit the floor

grab a throne

where the sidewalk ends

shaping up

falling out of place

the tall tickler

i drove by kfc and i knew i was back

a family game of chance

aint nothin but a pound dog

i like your facial hair, it really turns me off

if it aint a cat, its a dawg

wait a tic

stay trendy my friends

all the hung over people, where do they all belong

beer brewing belly

ladies or gentlemen

dream a little daydream

croc a lock

can't wait to be king

arc; as long as it lasts

and there i hung

a hand full of scooby doo

three sets of eyes, six eyes

-birthdays for burrows-

my bunnies get what they want pt. II

my bunnies get what they want pt. Is

prologue to a fairytale

shut yarmouth

too young to go ugly

live free or die

park the car in harvard

tech deck via cusses

beam me up scottie

but then it got weird