Drastic measures. Plastic treasures. Fools’ gold.
Too cold. Breaking down, pouring a new mold.
Might spoil. Wrap it in a skin tight foil.
Screws turnin’. Burnin’ the midnight oil.
Hand-eye coordinated. Keep moving. Kinetic.
Unsympathetic, sensational, synthetic.
Stay on your toes. Next morning, lay in your clothes.
Dominate. Terrorize. Prey on your foes.
Eat ‘em alive. Cheat and survive. Cap the night
Gentlemen. Then again, I’ll ruin your appetite.
Buck wild! Mule kick! Cruel trick. Ten speedin’.
Breathing heavy. Leaving every ten cent pen bleeding.
You can count on me. We’re bound to be best friends.
The stress ends. Any time you need a lift, request Benz...
You’re going down...
(Cadence Weapon)
I’m looking for a friend with a name like a vehicle I pray to my grave that you prey on my
brain you been like others I’m in skin tight plus you’re down with the runners at midnight
you get like strips it’s a litmus test you been the best you been the worst you are the
first for me I used to be the top of my class in university diversity is how benny and the
jets started hurting me certainly I’ve earned to be ? the bet to be the cleanest ? ether
and now I put it in my coffee on every off day I try softly to get it off me but I still buy the
junk like I’m chilling at a swap meet this is a hot scene and it helps with the sound of
music if it’s good enough for ms garland it’s good enough for me if you’re in love with
me this must make this a marriage I got tin foil up in the carriage for the benz
You’re going down...