Tobacco - Lick the Witch lyrics

[Intro: Rob Sonic] Hey hey ha It goes one for the trouble Hey hey ha It goes two for the time Hey hey ha It goes three for the money No seriously Three for your money [Verse: Rob Sonic] Little tike too He get his work on In the outhouse paintin' tell Satan to keep his shirt on Burdened by a thirst that comes worse if it's downstream Tongue on his telly in mully Can*l Jeans Wade through the vomit and pockets of dinosaurs Shout "let 'em eat the cake" Shaking a rhino's horn Been a minute where they spit with a long loogie Pop gon' rap like he trapped in the wrong movie A clumsy waiter who catered his own show MTV crib in the ribbons of mobile homes Floss the baby batter when power gets used wrong Carbon people walk all over me into my tombstone Madoffs and Adolfs Stray dogs in plain clothes Euros turn to dollars and dollars turn into pesos Cold co*ked Shocked by the dude dirty X's on his eyes with stars and the blue birdies Still gold This money got steel-toed Pulling hell out of his hat and a train with his earlobe He heel roll Crooked, seedy with green thought A bench warmer groomed for greedy marine corps Seen your game, matched it Incubated and hatched it Nurtured it and fed it and when it trusted him he smacked it Grew up to despise him and try him at all turns But when it visits home it knows it should call first Up against the wall What it do, how's your credit Arms up, legs apart Marching calisthenics Don't sweat it Your purpose is pre-trained Until your pinky-finger is swinging from keychains Aiming for the mouth hope to get a bronze star Hands up on his feet pick your teeth with lawn darts Jumping jack rabbit his magic is deep shadow a**hole this is foot Body this is Tobacco