(Sam Boice verse)
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Hurry up and go
Pedal to that metal
If we wait here any longer they gon lock us in that cellar
It's hell bro
I thought hell froze
I was in there for so long I though my body would decompose
Latches on my clothes
Strapped to wheel chairs for their safety I suppose
What's this
Oh sh** they put a tracking device underneath my skin
Here gimme that knife
Ouch
That will buy some time they think I'm lying in a ditch
But listen
I got some schemes from Brad Pitt no
12 Monkeys I set em all free and
Watch em all flee amongst the people wait and see
Huh
Verbal virus in my DNA
And I spray like radioactive decay
Everyday like Groundhog day
I'm dropping bombs
Independence Day
Got your moms
Valentines Day
She was pretty willing didn't buy her a bouquet
Gave her my thorn like a rosary
Then we got married and I made some mini-mes
Hopefully they will grow up just like me and
I can break em out the psych ward
Oh lord
Where's the chorus
Missing like the bear's porridge
Rhyming with the word orange
Been insane yea the names still Lawrence