Hell Songtext
von Chucklehead

Ain′t no Jenny Craig here 'cuz we like being large
Ain′t no Slim Fast shake, I'm built to last and bake
Ain't no Weight Watcher, I come to gebity-get-getcha
The boogiemen friends shake you down like a Quaker

I′m so phat that I′m challenged spatially
I got my own pad and I'm living palatially
Hay is for horses and J is for jacks
I got the type of tone to keep the phillies on their backs

When I′m mackin', but that ain′t that often
You know G that O.P.P. could land you in a coffin
Like a Tropicana Twister with the flavor nature never intended
I come highly recommended

Like an old Dodge Dart and nowhere near a Jag
You be rippin out a fart from your colostomy bag
Obese like Ed Meese, Mason Reese and Orson Welles
I grab a cane citizen and walk my highway to hell
And I'm walkin′


Walkin' down this twisted trail, highway, my way
I live my wicked tale, highway to hell
Walkin' down this twisted trail highway, my way
I know I will prevail, highway to hell

I′m like an old set of Pumas or a deuce of newborn Keds
I hit the concrete street and rock the beat to bob your heads
I got the guitar, I even got the case
But I still can′t get that even tanned look on my face

My skin tone is blue like the whale Shamu II
Crustacean of the nation with things to do
I'm Phat on the mic like Oprah, rip your head off like Orca
Got loot to count like Count Chocula

My hips got hops like a micro-brewery
Micronaut robot, got funk like your laundry
The bunk-sock, disc-jock, gets cold cocked
When I choose to rock I′m like a diamond in hock

Mock two, mock three, I can rock it they'll see
Mock four, mock five, I′m here to do the hand jive
Obese like Ed Meese, Mason Reese and Orson Welles
Grab a cane citizen and walk that highway to hell
And I'm walkin′


Walkin' down this twisted trail, highway, my way
I live my wicked tale, highway to hell
Walkin' down this twisted trail highway, my way
I know I will prevail, highway to hell

Mary had a little lamb and it′s fleece was white as snow
Mary had a little lamb and it′s fleece was white as snow

I don't retire to no Lauderdale without my lauds and laurels
What you want out of life before the show′s finally over?
If I'm not out to sea then I′m always out to lunch
I crunch and Munch much Fiddle Faddle back up in the saddle

Sore sucker, all day sucker, Blow-Pop pucker
Feelin Kind of Blue, raspberry Slush Puppie hue
Don't sit by let it pass by pell mell
Grab a cane citizen and walk that highway to hell
And I′m walking

Walkin' down this twisted trail, highway, my way
I live my wicked tale, highway to hell
Walkin' down this twisted trail highway, my way
I know I will prevail, highway to hell

I know I will prevail, I know I will prevail
I know I will prevail, highway to hell
I know I will prevail, I know I will prevail
I know I will prevail