Tytuł: In a cold ass fashion

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   Fly like the eagle
  Fly like the eagle
  Fly
  
  Squeegee
  
  Ah, you got it
  
  When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave
  You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe
  You get whiplash under the bridge
  Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin
  Get the squeegee and it's easy to be me
  Clean my boots and I'm still feelin' homeless
  Your brother is deader than a phone machine
  With a bucket of green piss
  And I'm tryin' not to look at Satan making love to a dishrag
  So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town
  Do me a favor -- don't stick around
  'Cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown
  
  Let's be doin' it right
  
  Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
  And the people don't breathe
  Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
  Steppin' in the beefsteak
  Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
  And the mayonnaise comes
  Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
  Black Twinkie
  
  Gettin' all caught up in a taste test
  An' it all basically tastes like crap
  I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin
  I can pick my own nose and put it back in
  I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice
  Smoke a pack of whiskey with Jesus Christ
  I got options, I got cop shows, I get nauseous
  And the sweat is Day-Glo
  Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin
  Took out my eyeballs an' put 'em in a condom
  Your daddy's got laxatives on his brain
  Gettin' savvy in the back of a train
  Mojo weedwhacker cuttin' space
  Hot dogs rottin' in the bottom of the suitcase
  And your mouth, smells like hair gel
  I love you but you don't know how to spell
  Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes?
  And there ain't nothin' like the real artificial
  
  O.G.: original glue sniffer
  
  Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
  And the people don't breathe
  Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
  Aren't you fightin for some bitch(???)
  Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
  Smeared with sauce
  Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
  Would you believe, but ya man(???)
  
  Uh, wait...
  
  Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16]
  [The following three lines are spoken at various times over the above:]
  Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee
  [Backwards:] [???] up your ass
  [Backwards:] [???] hot dog
  
  It's like forty pounds of avacado sauce
  Smeared across your boss
  You know what I'm sayin'?
  You donno when it's comin'
  You know, it's like forty-five horses
  Runnin' through the graveyard
  In yellow panties
  That is cold
  
  Fashion