| It’s tickle time!
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| Ride with me!
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| Welcome to Hyde Park, with that said
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| Relax, while I poke a shank in your head
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| Here I come on mom’s '83 birthday gift
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| Green tandem Schwinn, for me and my twin
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| But crampin' my got his ass clipped
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| Now it’s just me, back seat’s open for the chicks
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| See me ride, I’m the bike man of Hyde Park
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| Ten at night I start, because I like dark
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| I pedal hard in my pink Croc flip flops
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| But one drop,
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| If you’re walkin' and I’m speedin' by often
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| It’s called stalkin', you’re 'bout to need a coffin
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| Double-padded wide seat for my tailbone
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| Bloody tire tracks in the street flee the gals home
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| No I don’t gang bang thugs, you need to learn
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| I’m only throwin' hand signs up when I turn
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| Fat basket on my handlebars for my Shih Tzu, Chuck
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| Existing will get you stuck, by the Hyde Park Pedaler
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| Relaxing bike ride
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| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)
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| There’s stranger danger
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| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)
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| Relaxing bike ride
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| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)
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| There’s stranger danger
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| But you know me (I think I’m goin' for a ride)
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| My bike bell rings every kill
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| Decorative eyeballs stuck through the spokes of my wheels
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| Bein' parked off the street smashin' in the back seat
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| Will land you both in a trash bag, hacked meat
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| 'Cause I’m that sweet, I don’t pack heat
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| I just jack off and skeet to this fat beat
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| Hookers bare feet blowin' boners in the bushes
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| The drugs in the system increase the blood gushes
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| Mad cushion, three hundred she pushin' need a douchin'
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| Her pussy never got air with all them thighs smushin'
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| Pumpin' up my inner tube, then my inner floob
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| Made me put the nozzle to her nipple, air in her boob
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| Which ballooned up, plump, then the other one
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| She floated off, double blimp bubble fun
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| But the slut popped, gut slop dropped plopped splatter
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| Well that flopped, hey! |
| I caught a bladder
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| (Stop) What’s the matter? |
| (Chop! Chop!) Ain’t nobody better
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| At bedlam, you better run from the Hyde Park Pedaler
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| Relaxing bike ride
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| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)
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| There’s stranger danger
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| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)
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| Relaxing bike ride
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| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)
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| There’s stranger danger
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| But you know me (I think I’m goin' for a ride)
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| I like to murder, but safety’s not a game
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| I’ll put that on the blood-stained shank stuck to my bike frame
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| I maintain bike ridin' ain’t for kids
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| God forbid you brake so hard your bike skids
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| What if the road’s blocked and you need to take the grass route
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| And have to pedal so hard you might pass out
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| You could hit a ditch and lose all control
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| And if your chain pops off, you’re assed-out, ass hole
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| I installed a seatbelt 'cause crashin' ain’t fun
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| I’m a killer, yes, but at least I’m a safe one
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| banana fana fo
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| It’s adamant I’m stabbin' foes, this man’s an animal
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| I rejected bein' cannibal, though it’s understandable
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| Rather just roll my tandem slow and strangle random hoes
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| Oil up your pedals, Holmes, keep your reflectors clean
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| Or I’ll inject something chrome directly in your spleen
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| No ollies, bunny hops, or ramp jumps
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| Unless you want your motherfuckin' lumps by the Park Pedaler
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| Relaxing bike ride
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| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)
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| There’s stranger danger
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| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)
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| Relaxing bike ride
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| But you know me (It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)
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| There’s stranger danger
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| But you know me (I think I’m goin' for a ride)
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| Bunch of clowns |