Holy Roller

Now ladies and gentlemen we’ve come to the end of (summer time, summer time radness) Our journey. Please make sure to remove all your belongings (summer time radness) And have an excellent summer Chorus: I’ve got a chip on my shoulder The size of a crater Ain’t no crystal popping Ain’t no stretch navigator Shoutout to Taylor His nickname is Cobra He plotting and scheming, talking on Motorolas ‘Cause he a Holy Roller Holy Roller Holy Roller He a Holy Roller Holy Roller Holy Roller I feel like Guillermo Pachoa or Hector Super santa sangria And that’s my protector ‘Cause I’m a holy roller Holy Roller Holy Roller I’m a holy roller Holy Roller Holy Roller Verse: The cash grabber with his grammar flying off the ladder Until my body splatter no one here will ever matter I Dan Rather shatter glass like I’m Stone Cold Choke a lame brain rapper with his chains and old gold What’s the price of fame? (Bling!) Double that, the price of pain Made love to them foreign girls and couldn’t even say they names Say the name why you acting like a bugaboo? I do a drug or two and sail like the jungle cruise Knees bruised sing the blues all cut I bleed for you All I need is breathing room suffocate I’ll see you soon We sending post-cards I love you from the boneyard Wavy like the Coast Guard, but fuck ‘em though we go hard Stomach growling, skully cap black, I get to prowling A little Howling Wolf, a little Muddy Waters Shoutout to Nature Boy, Shadow Runners, Buddy Rodgers Duck Dodgers with the Roger Rabbit The baddest habit, watching pornographic films on mama’s reading tablet Can you imagine all the shit I seen? Shit I seen Studios, triple beams, rinse ‘em out like Listerine Been baling’ since that little league That only adds to my intrigue When under siege, fuck your red October Crimson clover, red rover Won’t you send them bitches over? Chorus Outro: West Side Art Goon Craigslist Killer Pervert Life Leisure Life I feel immortal Fuck your morals Perv