Too bad because I gotta say I thought the challenges they faced
Already were just about fixing to administer the coup de grace
But now I hear uh-uh the bambinos must face more
Catch the lost dog in the street etc. while nobody’s minding the store
Poor team, poor us, every damn body’s poor
who drowning to the nose holes gets to drink a drizzle more
You heard the reason I bet why backstabbing assassins shoot up like an mf-in’ tree
It’s so some day they can be destroyed, destroyed utterly
Won’t that be nice? Breathing from nose, ears, heart, body, mouth
Feeding mangos from the north to pet polar bears from the south
And we won’t even remember the words bad and good
And Ben David will write lyrics with his best bud Ibn Daoud
