Name Dropping
Album: Little Taste
By: Deathrow Tull
By: Deathrow Tull
Duration
2:25
Genres
Description
We're not the violent types, but we won't be held responsible for how our music affects you.
Lyrics
I'm not a fighter but I spit a little fire like a dragon. Fix your bandwagon's flat tire. I got a flow the Rio Grande will admire. Saying I'm wack? Youa big fat liar. A live wire. Pull an all nighter. Flash in the sky like a naked sky diver. SO get hyper. Chronic pied piper. Dynamite dick. I need electric vagina! Connected, respected, infective kinda like a flyer rowdy rowdy rhyme writer. Got a love potion numer nine like Mykah. Pullin teeth with pliers is what happens to biters. Old school like adam's big green apple, blow out sixteen candles at the sistine chapel. Climb up the side to this queens castle, rapunzel you dumb bell, I'm a big mean asshole. 1st name: Dubba M D, sucka you tempt me. Offend me? and you gon' suffer two bent knees. As high as the price of a new Bentley and I ain't comin down til the groove let me. Last name: DuBois, screw joy for cats who need a new voice. A deluge of a brain storm keepin' you moist. Deathrow in your eardrum with the screw point. That's Tull if ya nasty. Hear them rejoice! 1st name: Rude shock of Hooplah, Chewbacca boot-knocker, moonwalking through the boondocks with a boombox. Tube sock nudist, punk paddy wagon buddhist, with blue-blocker views seein through the foolishness. Last name: Humanist cannibal cackling, catapult javelins, flashin my platinum mandibles. Bragadocious in the boneyard, a matador swagger at the catacomb fashion show.
