Feet sweating in my docs
Hands jammed in my pockets
Hair a finger in a socket
Fire engine red
Yeah, I'll punk rock it
Body balled up
Tongue stalled up
Walking through that door
I gotta get the balls up

Toothpick twirlin' hair slicked back
Says What's your name G?
Scotty? Well pal, everything runs through me
Rubberband Sam is a natural born killer
Mickey and Mallory baby, life is a thriller

You're not in Kansas
You're not in Kansas anymore
Keep your head up, kid
When you're walking through these doors
You're not in Kansas
I am rattled to my core
You're not in Kansas anymore

I'll help you find your class, buddy
Envy me
Too funny you're with me the MVP and Mr Dewey
Lame ducks only friends are Hewey and Louie!
We're across from losers library
Twentytwo B
You won the lottery meeting
Me, Scotty
I'll keep you safe
Hook you up with a hottie

See that dumb blonce bitch
With real big tits?
Name's Molly, far from a Catholic
That's my right hand bitch
His name's Corey
He does the work
I take the glory
That four eyed fuck right there
His name's Craig
He don't pay me soon
I'll Kerrigan his legs