Footprints In The Snow

歌詞

F in the C in the motherfuckin' house Wave your shit in the air and shout this fuckin' out The Footprints are back and they're stomped in deep And what they're gonna do is knock you off your feet All you motherfuckers better prepare Scream till you bleed, pump your fists in the air 'Cause the Pickleweasel's back and he's chilling in his lair Drinking whiskey by the gallon from his thick armchair He don't care who you are, if you've come very far At the bar with a jar smokin' a cigar If you get in his way then you'd better fucking pray You're his prey by the way, it ain't your day today, wigga This is the custard with the motherfuckin' prints in Scream till you're flustered and your eyeballs are wincin' C'mon, motherfucker, make it convincin' Fuck this party up and let's get the drinks in The Pickleweasel's all around Fuckin' up your town with his badass sound Kick up some shit if you wanna survive If you strive to provide, he'll keep you alive The idol of the party, the Pickleweasel massive "Boys, down your drinks and girls, shake your asses" If you can't see it yet, put on yo' glasses Footprints bringing this shit to the masses Send me west, motherfucker, you cannot comprehend What's goin' down with our green and purple friend? He ain't bending no trend when there's nothing to mend Fuckin' up the wiggas, he's a weaselly gent Picklin' those corpses high up on the ceiling Cherishing the feeling of the skin as it's peeling He's wheelin' and dealin' with a rock hard feelin' Stealing the innocence and wielding the freedom And if it's a good time you want get the bass a-pumpin' C'mon, motherfucker, get the place a-jumpin' The Pickleweasel's here and his rhythm is thumpin' Get your tits out and he'll ram his stump in Bitch motherfucker, this shit is for real Feeding energy like a three course meal Tits and pussy are fucking ideal Damn motherfucker, we'll make them squeal Keep you alive Keep you alive