Eddie Money

[Verse 1: Kung Fu Vampire]
Facts 'reticle, Garbage Pail Kid
It's an atom bomb in a cataton, always pushing lateral
Catapult, knocking it out the park, coming up ready, Eddie Vamp Halen, Eddie Munster
Staying super saucy, I'm spaghetti with the G string and a strap, where the goons at?
Show me the Eddie Money, show me the priest, I ain't laughing
But the shit is funny at least if your nose running
Ain't no cosign, I'ma pimp on your bitch, blow fly, woah God looking for your shot
So am - So am I more than God staring at your pretty mouth
Motorize, I don't need no authorization
Possible orphan displacement, a lifetime achievement, no award for an awkward relation
Living next door to the radiator, face meltin' off in a wеird formation
I don't need a mediator, meat eatеr in an incubator
At the swap meet, street innovator, kick my shoes off

[Verse 2: Kung Fu Vampire]
Highly sabbatical, got you hooked up on my voice like an Adderall
I'm on a cannonball, I ain't the prodigal
I am a vaudeville, audible version with rose-colored monocles
Expired hologram reflecting cholera follicles, diamond tyrant molecules
Off of alignment, fang bus with the price on my head
ISIS siren, a purging with the height of Vikings
A surgeon and I'm striking you right in your iris
Hopped up on Vicodin, Mycin and playing Excitebike
Seeing a white light, sleight of hand winning a knife fight
Leaving and dragging it back and then cover the ice
Might damage the sheep on my seats, got the skin from all your cheeks on my cleats
You's a Rambo leech, you really fucking with my Eddie Money?

[Outr: Kung Fu Vampire]
You really fucking with my Eddie Money? (What?)
Give me it
You really fucking with my...
Go on, get!