Jousting In The Target Parking Lot.

Produced, written, and recorded in one night on a couch.

Lyrics:

Jousting in the target parking lot
Aiming better than a bot 

My bowels are bad gotta fart
Making Ass music call it art 

I’ve been seeing through the matrix 
Think my minds playing tricks

I got games on my phone 
Minecraft house made of stone

These balls suck ass 
Smell like fresh mowed grass 

Innovation that excites 
See an apple take some bites

Yeah I use Google chrome
Got some dents in my dome 

Bottom to the second power
Going on the second hour 

Gotta pop my zit
Just to see her pop a tit
 
Drank some warm bang
Homies at the house cause we hang

Once got told to do better
Made me ruin a new sweater

All my homies got scoliosis 
Split their backs like water MOSES

Mirrors are just doors to the windows 
Jousting in the streets just to see my hoes

Slap a homie on the thigh 
Sleepover’s end is nigh 

Welp that’s all my time 
Diego drop those rhymes

Oh fuck, oh fuck, here he comes

Walking through the parking lot 
This is where my parents fought

Spitting bars with no hands
Dropping racks and bands

Dropping tits, smelling pits,
Throwing fits, smacking KIDS

Act your age, walk the stage, 
Flip the page, close the cage

I need hoes, not your toes,
Fuck these foes, I don’t oppose

21 stacks, writing tracks,
Eating snacks, man that’s wack

Smell that crack, drop that sack,
Guess who’s back, boy named Zach 

Pick up the slack, make it quack,
Make it clap, drop that cap-

Oh I fucked it up, man ran that back

Pick up the slack, make it quack,
Make it clap, drop that crap

Man I’m done rhyming,
That’s the silver lining

I’m not lying, bitch quit whining,
Keep on fighting, I’m still writing


Jousting in the target parking lot

Jousting in the target parking lot

Jousting in the target parking lot

Jousting in the target parking lot

Wolf Noodles