Piled in three high stacks Multi colored mountains with eye poking chrome Leaning all diffrent directions Await your false move Three thousand pound hammers of doom Sounds of flies buzzing, mexican music fills the air Broken glass, puddles of oil, nintey weight smells Carnival flavor, one dollar to enter..fun as a county fair. All have a story ..too fast at a corner. Too late and too much beer? Photos of familys, Bibles, whiskey bottles and fast food bags Magazines with titles like Juggs...Fat chicks with hot bods Prizes await those who search under these hoods All kina things...to build our hot rods A race to beat the crusher A race to find that part A wrench and a dollar.. is all it takes to start Careful where you reach..sharp edges covered in filth Spiders and snakes..bugs that sting and fly A bumper jack holds up the beast Hoods propped like bear traps This place can kill a guy The coach is out front Burritos on sale...three for a dollar Only the brave get red sauce on the side They said they were beef..... But I think they lied. LFFG HC
honest,kool poem and all,but you gotta remember its puff puff pass,not puff puff puff puff puff.........puff.
Hey Honest Chollie...thanks for the kool nitecap! Try to hear what HC done laid on ya, only use Billy G's voice from "Heaven,Hell,or Houston"...musical background: "GraveyardII" by the Butthole Surfers.... HC is the word unto his own self...Germ is an entity unto his own,as well......Glad to be able to enjoy dem both....
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