Terror Wrist
RiFF RAFF
All my friends are black
But my wives are white
All the syrup in my Slice
More ice than a Klondike, bar
I see stars, I see ménage à trois
My car landed in on Mars, my hash cigar
Looks darker than tar, darker than an abyss
Darker than a midnight fist
Darker than a black hole mixed
With a galaxy gap
Ducked off in a safe duct tape
To an Arabian stick shift
I don't have a fever, but my flows are sick
In my parking spot, I'm in the parking lot
In public
My bank account accumulates money quick
My bank accountant speaks Arabic
Nothing to play
Your number's already been erased
Nothing to say
I'm sitting sideways at a Chinese buffet
Swangin' through Saint Tropez
I done poured a four in my cherry marmalade
Riff