Lyrics

Feet sweating in my docs Hands jammed in my pockets Hair a finger in a socket Fire engine red Yeah i'll punk rock it Body balled up Tongue stalled up Walking through that door I gotta get the balls up Toothpick twirlin' hair slicked back Says "What's your name G? Scotty? Well pal, everything runs through me Rubberband Sam is a natural born killer Mickey and Mallory baby, life is a thriller" "You're not in Kansas You're not in Kansas anymore Keep your head up, kid When you're walking through these doors You're not in Kansas I am rattled to my core You're not in Kansas anymore" "I'll help you find your class, buddy Envy me Too funny you're with me the MVP and Mr Dewey Lame ducks only friends are Hewey and Louie! We're across from losers library Twentytwo B You won the lottery meeting Me, Scotty I'll keep you safe Hook you up with a hottie See that dumb blonce bitch With real big tits? Name's Molly, far from a Catholic That's my right hand bitch His name's Corey He does the work I take the glory That four eyed fuck right there His name's Craig He don't pay me soon I'll Kerrigan his legs" "You're not in Kansas You're not in Kansas anymore Keep your head up, kid When you're walking through these doors You're not in Kansas I am rattled to my core You're not in Kansas anymore"