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

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