You hear the beat, as it makes ya, not wanna go to sleep, I knock on Dakota's door, It's locked so I go to creep, round the back, with binoculars not cuz I wanna peep, but because I'm hungry she smells like tacos I wanna eat, visions of hot, chocolatey marshmallows oh so sweet, with sugar plums, oh look here comes Marshall he's on your street, he's placing hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet, now walk on em, he's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek, like a thanksgiving turkey, or holiday ham cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam flavor my favorite graham crackers with jon benet rams, i guess a modern day jack the ripper is all that i am

I hope you brought your spare tweeders/ MC's look like cheerleaders

Hey you, got a light/ naw, Bud Light

How is only one left?/ The pack come in 6/ Whatever happened to 2 & 3?/ I heard he tried to slide with 4 & 5 and got caught like what you doin' G?