[Kashmere]
Bulletproof mustache..
Bulletproof mustache..
A yo, twelve little simians jumping upon the bed
One fell the f** off
Landed and bumped his head
His mother called the doctor and this is what he said:
“Smoke dust till the ambulance runs a red”
Pandora, opening up the damned box
Dash a whale in the ocean like John Hanco*k
Damn, when he's finished grabbing his balls
He sat with half a gram and some british amateur p**n
He should really stand up, be a man and spark a nation
But his dick was titanium alloy with armor plating
Sane, remained in the seat calm and patient
Trying to think about sandwiches, rats, Sarah Palin
On the street, rocking a dark halo
Pay attention
He's sk**fully dodging a Sharknado
They say he's quite pathetic for causing mega harm
But he's brain is cybernetic like Shwarzeneggars arm
The sk** of the man with golden meatballs
Who'll pop the eyes out of your skull like Total Recall
The grand sapient tasting the canned flavoring
Iller than Jean Claude Van punching a damn alien
Yo, you tried shooting at the bullet proof mustache
The bullet ricochet then it rushed back so f** that
In the club, rest with my three Uzis
Chopping a chick up in the bar with three b**bies
Hit the stage to rock a mean crowd
With a tache to make Burt Reynolds seem proud -wow!-
Got them like “Wow!”
He's got a bullet proof mustache
[Lee Scott]
They planned to invade this cess pool planet in nine three
But landed to find me 'Long Tall Sally' on practicing Thai Chi
Calm like a Hindu cow
Look what you've got yourselves into now
I train for hours in the rain
Picturesque mountainous terrain
Sixty reps in a set, smoking cigarettes in a vest
With a boulder on my pigeon chest
Left the whole city in a mess
To save a single damsel in distress
Necking whisky on me bill depressed
Angry at God but I'm still the best man for the job
f** a presidents blessing
I win quiet wars with deafening weapons
You'll die before the lion roars
f** the credits I don't like awards
I save us all while you shine your swords
Teabag the mother ship with fire balls
Then hit the ground like a crash landin'
I'm the last man standing like Van Damme dancin'
Raise the weapon, teach the alien race a lesson
Jessue Ventura 'tache circa 87
Swinging a bat like Freddie Flintoff
Braindead, lawn mowing limbs off
Malnourished Rambo, karate chopping a mango
Into equal portions to feed the orphans
You want your planet saving just ask
The man with the Bullet Proof Mustache
You want your planet saving just ask
The Bullet Proof Mustache!