homo, that's how I came in the game I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane The shit that made Pinky blow Out the Brain brain Told Lois Lane I can'
forgetting The smell of the warm summer air I live in a town where you can't smell a thing You watch your feet for cracks in the pavement Up above, aliens
Now let's take a trip down memory lane Back to junior high school where it all began Three bad little kids raising hell at school We were just thirteen
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane With a rabid wolverine in my underwear When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat Popped right up
I was waiting in the express lane with my twelve items or less At the checkout counter at the local grocery store I was only passin' by but a paper caught
got what you want I know I got what you need Come an' mob to the top Before you get this money Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley Full of
what you want I know I got what you need Come and mob to the top Before you get this money Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley Full of sport
't give a fuck livin' life in the fast lane I'm just a crazy motherfucker living' it up Not givin' a fuck livin' life in the fast lane Another crazy
so violent Keep yall behind me spit so raw I'll make yall rewind me just to learn this song just to rap along I'm like Mills Lane ready to get it on
High on cocaine drunk drivin' in the rain Goin' north in the southbound lane Holdin' pain golden grain Danno Malone's the name Railroad crossing I out
cain I need you again Deep space jam on an alien terrain Terra nova cain I need you again Some for the little boys who live down the lane I should have
dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rain Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane Her lovers fell like skittles in a 10 pin bowling lane
, Living the fairy tales and the lies, lies Message from Opticon Blast from the Fashion Bomb So helpless, guess what you're out of... time New alien
[The Lonely Island] Nowwwwwww let's take a trip down memory lane Back to junior high school where it all begain Three bad little kids raisin hell at school
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane With a rabid wolverine in my underwear When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat Popped right up and
I was waiting in the express lane with my twelve items or less At the checkout counter at the local grocery store I was only passin' by But a paper caught
got what you want, I know I got what you need Come and mob to the top before you get, this, money Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley Full