& we got most people on the guessin game show cmon over vanna we need a hot host.
all thats missin is the hotsauce. & the ultimate goal behind this mission is not lost.
we just like to stray like some bad dogs, & come back hungry, if youre lucky, boss.
& whatnot. my butt got
these fiberglass shards so deep theyre probly in my blood by now.
& im bangin my head against the bench screamin about how
sweet itd be to own a ratchet that aint broke
& a skilsaw that isnt frigid frozen cant u smell the smoke
shes all seized up pistons splintered shattered blade is toothless
& be careful up in the treetops that thunderstorm looks ruthless
i bet thats the charge youre smelling on the air
either that or my electronics melting static standing on your hair
& the dirts hurt when you hit it especially face first, kurt
& i gotta run i got some screws to bang some closets to fill n some shelves to hang
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