Follow Embed  [Verse 1] Our lungs are filled with the purple
from the jungle Never fumble, got the work right by the grundel
Twin dick-sucks for me and my son That's before he was three,
smoking weed in the blunt  Straight from Flushing, where the
birds are hanging dead in the window Scent of garbage make me
sick, getting head in the rental Got the lamb rack, pan-roasted,
laced it with fennel Little yogurt that been drizzled over might
be a winner Come and see me, Nona hand-makes the fettucini Halla
makes the baklava - getting paper kahskaval Lahmacun Salad-
smoking savage out of Sarasota Macho man , the taco stand is
where the hook is kept 30 dollars get you pussycat, right in the
kitchen where they cooking at Manteca, architecture Art Deco
Twist the pussy like a soft pretzel I'm such a special guy, I'd
rather die than ever testify You'd sooner see me at the party
with a vest and tie Shorts, that's my steez when I'm stepping
Strolling down the streets like the westerns Double weapons, at
my sides and prepari