"I'm 65 I'm not retirin'"
I don't care about you're tippy tappy The hippies tryin' ta say that you're the hypest Yeah you can but your soul is made of silicon You got no skeleton, you're talkin on the why I'm off the hook, and I'm on stage with Moka Only In style city, people smile pretty Or else I'm at the track with Prince Vince for instance Been doin this thing since we were listen I don't play, not with kiddies and card Naw, North man, I like titties and car parts And study star charts and formations, meticulous Religious, its ridiculous though I'm playin xylophone on your sister's ribs Pickin out Christmas decorations with Mr. Shootin pool with Kid talkin bout our girlfriends Rollin with the Molemen til the day the world And why not, I gotta lotta and some airmiles One of the best hairstyles slash combinations And conversations with Greg in Austin, Texas I'm off the checklist, life on the is often reckless Startin the day off right with some Cap'N Chomp, later on me and Swamp'll grab some Probably, til my legs get wobbly Don't put your in the air its not a robbery say ho unless you're wearin a toupee I'm together with the Stero on Tuesday for shoes, I can't stop the bleedin Where's Top Speed when you em huh? I'm callin Castor to get me past the recipes The rest of these referees and in peace indefinitley I'm desperately lookin for the perfect beat to break in My back is killin me, and I really need to a bath It makes me laugh, some of kid tactics are drastic Just ask Cut from Jurassic Meanwhile, me and Slug are doin and crafts charts and graphs with my friends from the Livin Legends I'm out here with Styles of Beyond frisbee we get dizzy then we go and get a freezie Point is I'm easy goin, no to hide for But some folks really need to get more You can't chop wood with an axe of words Its attack of the 2001