P Walsh - Dirty Vans lyrics

[Verse 1: P Walsh] It's Patrick and the acid popper Copper dodger from Watauga Estes' bars are hotter Than an Estee Lauder model Sparking chronic, popping bottles Isn't Walsh's motto But opposites attract so Roger that Our clogging noggins stacked [Verse 2: Trippy Tyler] Flawless noggins stacked Like some Russian dolls in fact Quick to rush and cop a sack Then stuff in dutches falling back Quit the fussing, y'all a nag Critics hush when jaws collapse Walsh is back (I need a Tauga rat!) Dog I got the raps [Verse 3: P Walsh] You got the raps I got the plans Sarandon Suing us will get you slammed and bandaged Dammit get your slander damaged Branded, blandish This band will leave you fan kids feel rancid Going on off on a pedantic tangent Can't see through us like ceramic antics [Verse 4: Trippy Tyler] Antic when these grams lit Manic mantic in the van whip Out the pamphlet make you panic Doubt the clan you getting banished Like Mansons getting hype Frantic slide inside of Sharon's mansion All the fighting wasn't candid Just some knives and dirty dancing [Verse 5: P Walsh] Dancing, Tango, f** the yayo they blow Your brains can remain low Oh ya got her prego?! Say hasta luego! Pulling off inside a Dodge Durango My grade's an A bro, Jose Canseco Built from the bottom just like a Lego Hobbling, Where'd my leg go The Hob Goblin, eats a Spider-Mane-go Tyler (What?), hey (What dude?), go (Oh) [Verse 6: Trippy Tyler] Okay yo, it's the white Django Riding in a white pave low I'm stable Enabled to lay you with my wide variety of pay loads Tyler writing heat so lay low Annihilate the game so I ignite my propane flow Yo brains go bang, Cobain This whole thang c**aine dope (Alright f** you Patrick. I'm out) [Verse 7: P Walsh] Scenic, Cena? Needless to say I've Scene-It Dreams of me give you enuresis Sweetest thoughts, my nut is in a Reese's We is, brumous to you, are non-luminous Never slay or slew my dudes, not me, Brutus Confusing you useless brutes like Confucius The Druid and stoop kid fuse and ooze music fluid Lose It, taught to the foolish, you're the students Move to the movement, stupid