Bikini - Rob Sonic

Son what you in for?

Marking up the gym floor?

Parking in the loading dock with broken locks pitch forks?

(Nah) This Wind storm face mask taken from the Woolworth’s

Aisle fiving pile drived and idolizing Kool Herc

School shirt mascot boosted from the good will

Tuning up the medicine with spoon fulls of bush mills, as

Groups in the foot hills gather at the sheriffs house

Swearing it’s American to bare and grin and air him out

That ferris wheel loopholed boot soul hammer toe

I’m gutted from that fuck shit and the duck lip on the camera phone

Stand alone peace train bars in the pillow case

Full metal jacket got the latches on the widow make

I’m still awake blood shot slurry from the spinal tap

Vixens in the six inch want to turn me to a spirograph

Simulcast in HD maybe all the chimney smoke

Will let them know you hate me and there’s late fees on the video

Hollywood square biz, listen man they’ll cut your throat

Cruising for a bruising and confusing it with bumper boats

Hunger mode chicken scratch ashes on the second rail

The 3rd one’s for the your highness that is tired of his bed of nails

Heads or tails either way we can play sudden death

Send it in for review and to renew all the love that’s left

Budget for the winter months nip and tuck happy meals

Or we can take our chances on the canvas of the battle fields

Chours X2

My whip got a girl in bikini on it

My crib got bikini wit no girl in it

My life not easy waste no time talking

So I like mines freaky like no speed limit

When Momma didn’t love you right and poppa preaches eye for eye

And all your friends are lunatics that swap beliefs with diatribes

You Idolize the industry isn’t even sturdy now

Bitch about the system and start wishing you could burn it down

Word of mouth bird in hand circumstance of corner noise

To piss away the future for a new shirt and some corduroy

Sort the boys from the men and feel like some one watching me

But knowing I’m keystone in the freak show full of oddity’s

Modern chic vintage line couture on the furniture

Cabin in the Barren Pines to terrify the murderers

So work till you not hungry or get gussied up and unemployed

I’m proud to be American since money is my drug of choice

Chours X2

My whip got a girl in bikini on it

My crib got bikini wit no girl in it

My life not easy waste no time talking

So I like mines freaky like no speed limit