Push the Eagle’s Stomach

Lyrics

I don't wannna know your name (my vice grips) I don't wanna know your name (bad vice cops) I don't wanna know your name (the prescription doesn't scan) We start shrinking When we hit that grill you know we will We start shrinking When we hit that grill you know we will We start shrinking When we hit that grill you know we will We start shrinking When we hit that grill you know we will Don't beat around the black jack night (all the time) Don't beat around the black jack night (all the time) Don't beat around the black jack night (all the time) Don't beat around the black jack night (all the time) (My brain hurts, you're on your own from here) Don't beat around the black jack night (all the time) Don't beat around the black jack night (all the time) Don't beat around the black jack night (all the time) Don't beat around the black jack night (all the time) (My brain hurts, you're on your own from here) (My maid works faster than yours.) (My face looks better than yours.) (My feet beat louder than yours.) (My grandmas better than yours.) Mustache, mustache, mustache, mustache, mustache Mustache, mustache, mustache, mustache, mustache Mustache, mustache, mustache, mustache, mustache Mustache, mustache, mustache, mustache, mustache The carney's not my son The carney's not my son The carney's not my son The carney's not my son (The carney's not my son) Don't beat around the Black Jack Knight (The carney's not my son) Don't wanna shave my mustache ride (The carney's not my son) Don't wanna see my head in lights (The carney's not my son) Don't wanna be the "Son of Sound"