Burning Rubber

Lyrics

Time for show and tell. (Oh go to hell.) It's sacred! (Not again) Diesel-powered geezer. Second coming - David Rodigan The cornerstone we stand on was exposed to forces, then eroded I'm writing rhymes with such ferocity, my pen exploded My ears are ringing with the diamond studs and whirling sirens I'm burning hotter than the business ends of curling irons I'm no of Johnny-come-lately. No, I'm a perma-lover Cologne I'm wearing, similar aroma when I'm burning rubber Step up to thе batter's box, you wanna play the lotteriеs? Rookie took a thousand swings and misses, barely got a piece Beginner's luck. No interruptions to my Dodgers weekends Negative development. Get the picture, Roger Deakins? There's no earthly way to make shit any doper, I'm assuming Ever tell you I once ate a Rolex? It was time consuming I make a habit out of winning streaks and major prizes Every time I hear a funky beat like this my nature rises