Rockafella
What do you want from me this evening’s running out
I’m looking to get out of this franchise in a flounce
Three minutes of heaven’s waiting in this tiny house
Oh honey I may have gone a bit too far and loud
I spent the the whole ‘a last tuesday listening to
The bass boosted Russian National Anthem on Youtube
Too soon? Annual favors of manual labor still
They all get out be-vapored, keep it vanilla flavored
It’s a smörgåsbord of sexual organs
The rich mimosa’s carefully sorted Piers Morgan
The Roland 808’s a fine daughter to scoreboard
I’ve had it up to here with these adorable deplorables
When everything is said and done
I guess you could say I had fun
But you know the best is yet to come
You better watch yourself, you little rockafella
I got a tick you were sick, so write your mom a letter
You better watch yourself, you little rockafella
Anything you could do, you bet your cock I’m better
Sounds, samples, art’s galore
Cuz we both know music isn’t safe anymore (bitch)
You better watch yourself, you little rockafella
If you go off too soon, you won’t return to sender
What do you want from me, my feelings peter out
I’m looking to get all of my bearings pulled and tout
Hey honey I’ll make your year just hand over your pounds
Derision and sadness make a hard case to announce
Just a minute, I might take another shoe
Say “Thank God” liberals, when you get the bullet too
Straight through the red uvula, reap the fuckers like Gucci
Sweet adzuki beans bitch, sweet and rich, rich and juicy
Sue me, truly I’m a being of pure beef
My favorite mode of genocide is interracial orgies
All my friends are decadent sluts, so don’t order me
I’m too good for that, just fucking leave
Would you look at that
When everything is said and done
I guess you could say I had fun
But you know the best is yet to come
You better watch yourself, you little rockafella
I got a tick you were sick, so write your mom a letter
You better watch yourself, you little rockafella
Anything you could do, you bet your cock I’m better
Sounds, samples, art’s galore
Cuz we both know music isn’t safe anymore (bitch)
You better watch yourself, you little rockafella
If you go off too soon, you won’t return to sender
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