Kick Rocks

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