Midnight Spaghetti & The Chocolate G-strings Racking'em Up
(Seth Casana; Mikael Glago)
turpentine
cannot clean the dirt
off of your hands
your destiny from birth
so divine
is your scheme
to ruin our plans
funkin' up your wet dream, honey
people say you've really got to go
doing shady dealings on the low
the public thinks you'd best be shutting up
all your power, still you keep on
racking'em up
overthrown
risking mass
resistance from the kids
your public can't relate
overgrown
bit too big
for stolen britches
making everybody irate
the way you're living's 'bout to break your back
world won't be cutting you no slack
nicotine to help you sober up
just can't stand it, still you keep on
racking'em up
I wear a ski mask and sombrero at the same time
free at last on my sled been streamlined
snow pants summer, bathing suit in wintertime
we don't ask for a glass of Coke
'cause I'm inclined to define that slime as a crime
your lying design got ya stockpiling strychnine
in your mind, you justify just as far as you want
but don't take us for a couple of chumps
you're acting all flaccid 'cause you're in critial status
ass-slapped you so hard you spun around backwards
and landed in the backwoods like your tag was mister platypus
still gratitude was all you every had for us
seeing the world through analytic eyes
how it's comprised, an idea realized
see people as intestines filled with metaphysical pride
rip open turntables, find the wiring guide inside on the side
ghetto Lamborghini down in Guinea with some ginseng
e-dropping Guatemalan donkeys watching Ringling
GOP fogies shooting bogies puffing stogies while their
homies on the phonies with the Singapore sling thing
try to hold a tune, but you can't sing
all I want to see is you dancing
unless you think life's just one big hold up
then get out of my house, don't ever let me catch you
racking'em up
