A Blast and a Half
don’t you get bent or cop a ferment . . .
Has anyone ever had a blast and a half
back when it was grody to hang with riffraff
if you couldn’t be bangin’, don’t have a cow
way too square to be hardcore highbrow
trolls only tormented the billy goats gruff
we felt so righteous when struttin’ our stuff.
She’d be up shit creek if the rabbit died
after tokin’ some stash we’d all be fried
paranoia set in when we spotted a pig
to bag some bread was a score we’d dig
dorky dickweed just gagged me with a spoon
spinnin’ old school vinyl, a bomb-diggety tune.
A stone cold fox donnin’ threads on point
better be copacetic or she’ll blow this joint
he’s sportin’ a mullet, I kid you not
just a scumbag narc and his bimbo twat
bite me before you have a spaz attack
let’s bring wavy gravy and flower power back.
A head banger way too cool for school
ridin’ the shag wagon with his trippy tool
getting’ a groove on with my honky cat
we be crackin, not…
