This is a song about "Gandalf the greuy"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Here's the answer and the antidote:

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

On the slow jam of love

Where the fuck the chorus

Thinkin of the the dreams

As much as i wanna leave

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

When it's all said and done

The bigger the the fun