6 foot something, in his forties and real slim
Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion
Your life is a product of trash
Got my foot on the gas
Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting
Look at me left foot right foot through these streets
And she throws up whatever she eats
Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs
Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs
Let me put my funk on this one time
White boy, six foot, packin a nine
Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good
But we got off on the wrong foot
Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took
Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot
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