Lyrics No Fly List - Obits

No Fly List

Motherfuckin, titty-suckin, two-ball bitch
Your mama’s in the kitchen cooking red-eyed shit
Your daddy’s in hell
Your brother’s in jail
Your sister’s on the corner slingin' pussy for sale
On the no-fly list
You’re on the no-fly list
No fly
Don’t cry baby, your flight is pulled
These are the things, you can’t control
You could fly at your own risk
I bet a dime that it don’t exist
When I’m sleeping I’m a better man
And I’m sleeping better in a better land
And I’m on the no-fly list
I’m on the no-fly list
No fly
On the ground
Don’t cry baby, your flight is pulled
These are the things, you can’t control
Control
Control
Control