TumbleDweeeb

Written: October 5th 2020. Recorded: October 12th 2020.

Hot damn, I’m kickin’ it like VanDamm,
In the back seat with a baseball team,
In yo mama’s soccer van,
Stickin’ to leather seats
Cupcakes In need of pam,
Slam on brakes,
Bang my head, Ram-Man…

I’m baked at 4 hundred and 20 degrees,
Hungry, got munchies,
Craving grilled cheese..
But I’m stuck with bread,  Bologna and lettuce leafs..
A sack lunch, what is this stuff? Wheres the beef?

I’m fightish like Mike Tyson,
Like Shaggy Rogers, I’m always likish,
“Like zoiks Scoob, Like We gotta smoke A blunt like before dinner dude…
Like before we solve some mysteries,
Like jinkys like I found a clue…”

My childhood was tubular,
You heard, too blurred..
My best friends was, Big Bird,
Fat Albert, Nat Nerd and  Captain Kirk,
It’s a party perk,
An the Revenge of nerds…

I’m the kid who stole your BMX,
Took it home and painted it,
Then strolled by your crib
Doin’ bicycle tricks,
With a Garbage Pail Kid sticker,
Stuck in the rims.

Yeppers… Yesss sirrrr,
I was a young punk…
Sagging my pants and bumping Metallica…

Blood drunk with the skunk puff,
Trunk on crunk hanging with the young guns.
I’ve gotta watchamacallit,
You want sum?
A box of chocolate covered malts balls,
You want one?
Charlies golden ticket Winning, Willy Wonka?