we re on the road off to another show we got to go i ll call you later bro every year for about five months to be very clear i go out and find funds to collect from the many that are particular about their pennies and won t spend a cent unless there s perks and the bennys so i travel in a van that was down by the river go out into the land understand i am the giver got my quiver full of raps and i m ready to attack brought along some books in case i don t want to nap we stay at super 8s dine at waffle after hours i like em smothered fingers covered in biscuit powder seldom shower scare them hoes right out of the lot all i needs a nap and a bit little pot what you got my roadies got a room falls asleep to slasher flicks he s likes jason over freddy if he ever had to pick we rent a dodge caravan got stow and go seating the road might sound redundant but it does bear repeating we re on the road off to another show we got to go i ll call you later bro i brought house music i hate disc jocks i like cracker barrel i like their gift shop i like their pork chops i like their peg game i like old people they all got leg pain i like rest stops that s where dogs shit i hide behind a tree and take a bong hit i like cool ranch but i ll take nacho cheese oh no it starts to rain pass me my poncho please time to mic check find the ladies room it s always clean and empty time to drop a deuce you never read the news you grow apathetic mic check gives you a headache like when you play kinetic no ones heard of me wish i could mercury like t2 kids say i wish i could be you suddenly i don t feel so see through feeling artsy and cold car seats can t steamed up waffle windows did i say kinetic i meant wii u by nintendo we re on the road off to another show we got to go i ll call you later bro every year for no foreseeable end to be very clear i go out and find friends you re everywhere it makes one s mind bend when i was young i was the one no one would defend but now kids they get in a line i ve been to far away locales and they still getting the lines they re getting younger ever summer i m getting older than wine now i m advising and reminding them to open they minds i get on stage veins pop out of my face sweat pours out my pores like this war is a race i say put your hands up no punk is out of place and we do rap hands while i meet and greet is super sweet lasts as long as the show no cuts no back of the line you must go i m disarmin and i m charmin and my sharpie is spent then we duck into the van and we jet we re on the road off to another show we got to go i ll call you later bro
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