Paroles Barbecue Glove de Grand Buffet

Textes et Paroles de Barbecue Glove

This one sounds good, this one Ill keep.
Ill say ths rap, Ill play this beat. Uh-huh. Go.

Turning a blind, aiding and embedding the bad guy. Letting him get away with a fresh baked fruit pie.
The highs and lows of criminal mischief, I dont wanna end up on Batmans shitlist,
so I dont shoplift as much as I want to. Walmart security cameras haunt you.
Boosting immunity magical remedies, presently Im taking geletin capsules of cayenne pepper to step up my rap show.
Also to vanquish intestinal parasites.
Choose homemade caramel over camel lights.
Id rather fatten confectioner purses than talk about lung cancer with young nurses.
Cutco knives dont make for better lives.
Boycot Mary-Kate, let the girl scouts strive tie.
Food heat levels now run from one to ten, five is the temperature that I recommend.
Outfits to wear at night, change the fahrenheit.
My shirts promote band names, not brand names and I do not display them facetiously.
Each group is helpful in teaching me.

(Delayed uninteligable chorus)

Vigilantes on inline skates cleaning up the streets at a break-neck pace.
The masses delight in the crackling sound of the worlds last Applesbees burning down.
Thats a flash of imagery from dreams.
No mediocre restaurant machines.
No coke machines in the middle school hallways.
No port wine cheese balls on holidays.
No sports collectibles gracing my walls.
No bright red phones placing one way calls.
If you know what I mean and I think you might, you better travel with anti-bacterial wipes.

Repeat Chorus 2x

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