Limp

Wake up

You're not a giver anymore

Screaming around the neighborhoods

The boys are what they're for

They're so young they give it up

As evil goes down

Just pretend

There's a core

Take that piece

Like a marine

Go explore

Feelin rise

I think it might

It's never gone

If your mood goes up why won't your son even try

For the nineth time for the nineth time for the nineth time

Your hips aren't worth a guy

Your slime

Did you look me up

Dripping through the marry

Don't get high

Sure water keeps it cold

Shall I read your mind

Sure can get you down

Just took out

Fourty four

Caliber

Shotgun for

Mowin down

In your bline

I think it might

I think it's gone

Is it me inside

Or is it grandpa's fault

For the nineth time for the nineth time for the nineth time

Your not worth the drive

Your slime

Stay young

Alright

And strong

Feed the rascal

Feed the rascal

Feed the rascal

Feed the rascal

Feed the rascal

Feed the rascal

Feed the rascal