| Big Red son of bald shortcut caper
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| Highway humming daughter orange containers
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| Lights on the runway order Captain Kramer
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| Holding his tea and his cheek since brain age
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| Cargo S.S. minaret cheaper
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| Neon read out on a Cineplex feature
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| Boom it in your sleeper and you said its only speakers
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| Pigs on his wheels like the pepperoni pizzas
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| Start a wrong place wrong time club, might get
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| Two peace fingers threw an A-ok sign fucked
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| Lime green crooked alpine flying white doves
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| Objects in the mirror made of daisy chained light bulbs
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| Safe escape cornered by the cemetery death bells
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| Breathe held in his head he donkey with the red shells
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| Partially responsible for a string of wonky fish tales
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| Party on or get your corporate chem trailed
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| Jam with jelly blip wipe the screen off
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| Spaceball grey walls 8 track t-ball
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| From Cletus to the Jesus had breathe and teeth gone
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| Couple missing fingers and a lap full of cheap porn
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| Born on the 4th on a bayou near boom town
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| Never getting sweet please peep the way the broom sound
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| Tweaking leaking boozehound eager to leave his roof down
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| Peanut Reese’s, Cheetos, and Visas for Mrs. Noose Bound
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| I’m liar, I’m a nuisance, I’m a fighter acting mulish
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| I’m a licensed zoning pilot, went to drivers ed with Toonces
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| And early in the morning bore witness to the pie cut
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| Swerve on serving medium that Christian side hug
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| Bird dog middle of the street chicken in its teeth
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| Shirt gone caught allure before the first furlong
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| Periscope up, meter maid pissy
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| I will see you in the tedious DNA of the city
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| Jerky on his jaw line, raw hide Toro
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| Z’s in his alphabet soup stop more chose
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| Squirrely early bird giving away the Morse code
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| Minivan kiddie hand mimic the way his horn blow
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| Mouth full of spit, belly full of the Jager cramps
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| Hot sauce wings and things that crawl in his raisin bran
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| Green light, yellow light, headlamp header
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| Holy drive by Batman, hand gestures
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| I escape New York like watching King Kong backwards
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| And you will know us by the trail of baffled dog catchers
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| On tippy toes or gigantic nets swinging Baryshnikovs
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| Patterns like a final level peeled back to the mini boss
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| Biggie on BLS itchy palm feet are sweat
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| Skidding in a ticking bomb shitty bricks Jesus fish
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| Bumper stickers everywhere, his other car’s a sinking ship
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| My kid made the honor roll, your kid is a piece of shit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holy Driver, artist - Hail Mary Mallon. Album song Are You Gonna Eat That?, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп