Right now in a town you don't know,
a place you've never even heard of before,
there is a man, a tyrant, a tyrannical leader with a salt peter feeder.
Got a two ounce liter, a full out meter, a little backstory for the keystone creeper.
Take a look at the past, ain't nothing but bad.
Now we gonna feel his wrath. Every night, take a bath,
brush your hair, brush your teeth, scrub underneath your feet.
Scrub until you can't feel nothing but your human meat.
What's it mean to me? Well, nothing it would seem.
But you gotta stay clean if you wanna succeed.
If you want to fuck free, just a buck twenty-three.
If you want a ducky, well fuck, let's see,
pay a nominal fee, pay more than previously,
pay more than Mayor McCheese.
No fair, fake G's keep bullying me, bouillonese,
for folks with buckling knees.
Yeah man I'll say it like, "fuck the Chinese."
Like Snap Crackle Pop, Rice Krispie Treats
Like Jason and the Argonauts, golden fleece.
I'm holding Greece for hostage see.
I better get my motherfuckin buck twenty-three.
If I don't things are gonna get dirty, 3-2-1
I'm done. Time to bust-bust, run.
Y'all stand there stunned, I ain't got a gun.
Y'all just dumb and a little naive,
jaws gaped wide open now suck my seed.
I ain't red hot chili, damn sure ain't pepper,
no sergeant-at-arms gonna do this better.
Little Bear don't compare, just weather the weather
and be cool like Fonzie (Donny Osmond)
One last thing before I leave,
I gotta smoke a blunt and do the laundry.
My clothes just lie there until they're clean,
everybody listening will know I mean.
I'm elite. I juggle bowls of cream heroically.
So it seems hoes will dream of blowin' me.
So obscene. Woe is me. Soul Peaches.
Yeah, Soul Peaches.