Get on the, get on the, get on the, get on the
Get on the, get on the, get on the, get on the

Get on the guit-box
And don't stop it until the shit pops
If you ain't diggin' what I'm kickin', you can kick rocks
I like to blend it up and mix it
Like puttin' whites with the colors and endin' up with some pink socks
I think before I open my mouth
I drink before I open my mouth in front of a crowd
I blink before the opening count and hope I don't drown
The smoke and the sound of the starting pistol, cold-blooded rounds
(Oh shit)
And now I'm off to the races
I'm pickin' the jaws up off of the floor in a custodial basis
You can see the shock in all of the faces
That came to the show with the next chick
Wishin' they were at home with the Netflix
And that's a modern fuckin' tragedy
Aladdin and Jasmine with the mini-screen gravity
Goin' down between 'em and comin' up like Jericho
Let it go, if they didn't, now they better know

And if you wanna kick it with us
Leave your opinion in the thickening dust
(Leave your opinion in the thickening dust)
And if you wanna kick it with me
You gotta write the rhyme meticulously
(You gotta write the rhyme meticulously)
You wanna be kickin' it back?
You gotta spit it mighty sick on the track
(You gotta spit it mighty sick on the track)
And if you wanna kick it in some flip-flops (Man)
Man, you can kick rocks (Kick, kick rocks)

Kick rocks, uh, what
Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick rocks

This some third-tier type of hip hop (Third-tier)
Know when this shit drop, cities be in gridlock
Pisspots wanna open Toad like he flip-flops
Stoolie at his peak, that's why he's feelin' tip-top (Yes)
Actin' like there's bolts in my neck (Bolts in my neck)
Thrashin' your laboratory, chokin' your guests (Chokin' your guests)
Cold with the tone, hot coals in his head
Better gather up the town, overthrow the undead, uh
'Til the grave, I'm with Toad and the Stooligans
And when I feel complete, I go erode with the ghouls again (Goodbye)
Feel the debauchery under moonlight
This shifting cacophony's more of a food fight
When the mood's right (Right) or when it's wrong
All I know is I'm so sick of hearin' the same song (Shit)
Y'all got the shock of a broken cattle prod
That's what you get for comin' through with that copy-and-paste catalog
(That's what you get)

And if you wanna kick it with us
Leave your opinion in the thickening dust
(Leave your opinion in the thickening dust)
And if you wanna kick it with me
You gotta write the rhyme meticulously
(You gotta write the rhyme meticulously)
You wanna be kickin' it back?
You gotta spit it mighty sick on the track
(You gotta spit it mighty sick on the track)
And if you wanna kick it in some flip-flops (Man)
Man, you can kick rocks (Kick, kick rocks)

Kick rocks, uh, what
Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick rocks

Attention, Club Hell, to the owner of the white sedan
Your car is on fire
The old gentleman on table six, you not gettin' any
Table four, your tater tots are up
Hey, that's enough roughhousin' back there


Lyrics submitted by MCSMeister

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