LUIGI’S GIRLS

I'm in my space shuttle coming down
Im eating cold fish my sellers wallets tell me not to fuck around
And in my mind i find the lost and found
Im almost blind so just like POP i hold it down
With my homies everywhere for horsepower
I smoke a joinT then cold shower then be out within an hour
Flower power ima hippie with a added on violence
Remind us a moment of silence for those behind us

Sick cunt with a cold front
Stunt man, stunt man, on a treasure hunt
And i dont give a fuck man
Fuck you man and what you want
I flunked school and now i'm lost and such
Lost the touch, pass the dutch i might find it better
I write better as the weather gets wetter
Man this is no time for leathers
So please don't underestimate my efforts
I decimate instrumentals till my neck hurts
My shit comes monumental like a tapejerk
And if your shit does not work, well then you get work

My head's hurting off of ten different medicines
So let me in im banging on the door with my eyes watered
Supported by false hopes from your fucking daughter
And if you read my book read the notes from the author