Just for Kicks (Meat Grinder demo)

Sleeping in a jar!

Sleeping in a jar!

The jar is under the bed

Sleeping in a jar!

The jar is under the bed

Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder

Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor

China was a neat signer, trouble with the script

Digits double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget

Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though

Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go

Ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren

Then it's last down, seven alligator seven, at the gates of heaven

Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer with the dopest flow stanzas

Yes, no? Villain, Metal face to Destro

Guess so, still incredible in escrow

Just say Ho! I'll test the yayo

Wild West style fest, y'all best to lay low

Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough

Before the cheddar get away, better get Maaco

The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors

Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers

Quad flavors

Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne

Think you know the name, don't rack your brain on a fast track to half insane

Either in a slow beat or that the speed of "Wrath of Kane"

Laughter, pain

Hackthoo'ing songs lit, in the booth, with the best host

Doing bong hits, on the roof, within the west coast

He's at it again, mad at the pen

Glad that we win, a tad fat, in a bad hat for men

Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers

You can find the villain in the satin, congas

The van screeches

The bald man preaches about the gold-sand beaches

The cold hand reaches for the old tan Ellesse's

Jesus

...that Mary was goin' around with an old flame

That burned me up, because I know he was just feeding her a line!

But the guy really spent his money like water

I think he was connected, so I left

Outside it was raining cats and dogs

I was feelin' mighty blue... and everything looked black

But I carried on!