Rockafella

What do you want from me this evening’s running out I’m looking to get out of this franchise in a flounce Three minutes of heaven’s waiting in this tiny house Oh honey I may have gone a bit too far and loud I spent the the whole ‘a last tuesday listening to The bass boosted Russian National Anthem on Youtube Too soon? Annual favors of manual labor still They all get out be-vapored, keep it vanilla flavored It’s a smörgåsbord of sexual organs The rich mimosa’s carefully sorted Piers Morgan The Roland 808’s a fine daughter to scoreboard I’ve had it up to here with these adorable deplorables When everything is said and done I guess you could say I had fun But you know the best is yet to come You better watch yourself, you little rockafella I got a tick you were sick, so write your mom a letter You better watch yourself, you little rockafella Anything you could do, you bet your cock I’m better Sounds, samples, art’s galore Cuz we both know music isn’t safe anymore (bitch) You better watch yourself, you little rockafella If you go off too soon, you won’t return to sender What do you want from me, my feelings peter out I’m looking to get all of my bearings pulled and tout Hey honey I’ll make your year just hand over your pounds Derision and sadness make a hard case to announce Just a minute, I might take another shoe Say “Thank God” liberals, when you get the bullet too Straight through the red uvula, reap the fuckers like Gucci Sweet adzuki beans bitch, sweet and rich, rich and juicy Sue me, truly I’m a being of pure beef My favorite mode of genocide is interracial orgies All my friends are decadent sluts, so don’t order me I’m too good for that, just fucking leave Would you look at that When everything is said and done I guess you could say I had fun But you know the best is yet to come You better watch yourself, you little rockafella I got a tick you were sick, so write your mom a letter You better watch yourself, you little rockafella Anything you could do, you bet your cock I’m better Sounds, samples, art’s galore Cuz we both know music isn’t safe anymore (bitch) You better watch yourself, you little rockafella If you go off too soon, you won’t return to sender [instrumental outro]