Dokken Rules (feat. Rob Sonic) - Bonus Track
๐ต 2309 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:00 duration
๐ ID: 2439817
๐ Lyrics
I spell 666 star six nine click
Give his telephone a Viking funeral, bye bitch
Treble two birds, cheap thrills, free meal
Vacate Jellystone Park with your brie wheel
Now he sells le cars in Montie burns' Cazal Frames
Half his life was likely to be Nikes on the L-train
Gnawin' on his dog toy, pocket full of deer blood
2
The only thing that's stoppin' him was Dokken in his earbuds
READ MORE
Up around noon
Found everything he loved crushed down to a cube
The new Kowloon chowline, two leads routing medicine and gruel
One is hemorrhaging money, the other jettisoning fuel
Identical water-separated pools
It was clever
But it wasn't ever neighborhood-degenerate approved
In swooped jukebox Fonzie, promptly
Bolts on his neck, one tubesock wonky
16-panel head mutton chop and Ambulax
Double pits to chesty got the ESPY on a camel's back
Handle that Huffy wit' a timely parry
And get all up in your kitchen, money, Guy Fieri
There is a wildly elusive moment of bliss
In the spaces between being told you are shit
I would openly suggest identifying the closest
And collectivly agreeing to meet if the sky opens
3
Ma'am? I'd like to speak to a supervisor
Back alley brawl over party guests who want a
Steak tartare but we're hardly pet food
Charlie check booth, Brody's right
You're gonna need a bigger boat and a Holy Diver
Aggravated people driving lemons over limits
With a neck bop stemming and a cartoon physics
2
Smart move taught never broadcast holes in his armor
End up another poached foriegner
3
Handcuffed down to a toothless tease
Who got an X-marked mouth and a hooch machine
With eyes that tell the story of the woods that fetter
And a chest that sells the ending when it's pushed together
Been through the desert on a horse that's nameless
Now I'm driving through the city in the Porsche naked
Shores invaded by the new marines
That tear the roof off this mother like Buford T
Untrained pet with a pen name
Chest pain, bet he outlive his own endgame, anyway
Step around the rhythm of the red rain
Getaway car horn, stand by, tenth frame
Spare me the dramatics to ratchets, smile purdy (pretty)
Flashlight strapped to the calf of a wild turkey
Package of mild jerky, captain to aisle 30
There's a man with a mask an an app that can dial Fergie
Sir? x 16
I'd like to speak to a supervisor
Give his telephone a Viking funeral, bye bitch
Treble two birds, cheap thrills, free meal
Vacate Jellystone Park with your brie wheel
Now he sells le cars in Montie burns' Cazal Frames
Half his life was likely to be Nikes on the L-train
Gnawin' on his dog toy, pocket full of deer blood
2
The only thing that's stoppin' him was Dokken in his earbuds
READ MORE
Up around noon
Found everything he loved crushed down to a cube
The new Kowloon chowline, two leads routing medicine and gruel
One is hemorrhaging money, the other jettisoning fuel
Identical water-separated pools
It was clever
But it wasn't ever neighborhood-degenerate approved
In swooped jukebox Fonzie, promptly
Bolts on his neck, one tubesock wonky
16-panel head mutton chop and Ambulax
Double pits to chesty got the ESPY on a camel's back
Handle that Huffy wit' a timely parry
And get all up in your kitchen, money, Guy Fieri
There is a wildly elusive moment of bliss
In the spaces between being told you are shit
I would openly suggest identifying the closest
And collectivly agreeing to meet if the sky opens
3
Ma'am? I'd like to speak to a supervisor
Back alley brawl over party guests who want a
Steak tartare but we're hardly pet food
Charlie check booth, Brody's right
You're gonna need a bigger boat and a Holy Diver
Aggravated people driving lemons over limits
With a neck bop stemming and a cartoon physics
2
Smart move taught never broadcast holes in his armor
End up another poached foriegner
3
Handcuffed down to a toothless tease
Who got an X-marked mouth and a hooch machine
With eyes that tell the story of the woods that fetter
And a chest that sells the ending when it's pushed together
Been through the desert on a horse that's nameless
Now I'm driving through the city in the Porsche naked
Shores invaded by the new marines
That tear the roof off this mother like Buford T
Untrained pet with a pen name
Chest pain, bet he outlive his own endgame, anyway
Step around the rhythm of the red rain
Getaway car horn, stand by, tenth frame
Spare me the dramatics to ratchets, smile purdy (pretty)
Flashlight strapped to the calf of a wild turkey
Package of mild jerky, captain to aisle 30
There's a man with a mask an an app that can dial Fergie
Sir? x 16
I'd like to speak to a supervisor
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:33.64] I spell 666 star six nine click
[00:35.98] Give his telephone a Viking funeral, bye bitch
[00:39.52] Treble two birds, cheap thrills, free meal
[00:42.35] Vacate Jellystone Park with your brie wheel
[00:44.16] Now he sells le cars in Montie burns' Cazal Frames
[00:47.71] Half his life was likely to be Nikes on the L-train
[00:50.55] Gnawin' on his dog toy, pocket full of deer blood
[00:55.05] 2
[00:55.93] The only thing that's stoppin' him was Dokken in his earbuds
[00:56.98] READ MORE
[00:57.84] Up around noon
[00:59.69] Found everything he loved crushed down to a cube
[01:01.42] The new Kowloon chowline, two leads routing medicine and gruel
[01:04.24] One is hemorrhaging money, the other jettisoning fuel
[01:06.98] Identical water-separated pools
[01:09.75] It was clever
[01:10.63] But it wasn't ever neighborhood-degenerate approved
[01:13.33] In swooped jukebox Fonzie, promptly
[01:16.08] Bolts on his neck, one tubesock wonky
[01:18.86] 16-panel head mutton chop and Ambulax
[01:21.55] Double pits to chesty got the ESPY on a camel's back
[01:24.27] Handle that Huffy wit' a timely parry
[01:27.02] And get all up in your kitchen, money, Guy Fieri
[01:29.71] There is a wildly elusive moment of bliss
[01:32.41] In the spaces between being told you are shit
[01:35.14] I would openly suggest identifying the closest
[01:37.86] And collectivly agreeing to meet if the sky opens
[01:41.52] 3
[01:42.42] Ma'am? I'd like to speak to a supervisor
[02:15.23] Back alley brawl over party guests who want a
[02:17.92] Steak tartare but we're hardly pet food
[02:20.67] Charlie check booth, Brody's right
[02:23.43] You're gonna need a bigger boat and a Holy Diver
[02:26.13] Aggravated people driving lemons over limits
[02:28.84] With a neck bop stemming and a cartoon physics
[02:31.68] 2
[02:32.55] Smart move taught never broadcast holes in his armor
[02:35.29] End up another poached foriegner
[02:37.04] 3
[02:38.09] Handcuffed down to a toothless tease
[02:39.87] Who got an X-marked mouth and a hooch machine
[02:42.58] With eyes that tell the story of the woods that fetter
[02:46.28] And a chest that sells the ending when it's pushed together
[02:48.90] Been through the desert on a horse that's nameless
[02:51.63] Now I'm driving through the city in the Porsche naked
[02:54.47] Shores invaded by the new marines
[02:58.06] That tear the roof off this mother like Buford T
[03:00.76] Untrained pet with a pen name
[03:03.51] Chest pain, bet he outlive his own endgame, anyway
[03:06.24] Step around the rhythm of the red rain
[03:08.92] Getaway car horn, stand by, tenth frame
[03:11.77] Spare me the dramatics to ratchets, smile purdy (pretty)
[03:14.41] Flashlight strapped to the calf of a wild turkey
[03:17.15] Package of mild jerky, captain to aisle 30
[03:19.98] There's a man with a mask an an app that can dial Fergie
[03:22.63] Sir? x 16
[03:29.09] I'd like to speak to a supervisor
[03:30.85]
[00:35.98] Give his telephone a Viking funeral, bye bitch
[00:39.52] Treble two birds, cheap thrills, free meal
[00:42.35] Vacate Jellystone Park with your brie wheel
[00:44.16] Now he sells le cars in Montie burns' Cazal Frames
[00:47.71] Half his life was likely to be Nikes on the L-train
[00:50.55] Gnawin' on his dog toy, pocket full of deer blood
[00:55.05] 2
[00:55.93] The only thing that's stoppin' him was Dokken in his earbuds
[00:56.98] READ MORE
[00:57.84] Up around noon
[00:59.69] Found everything he loved crushed down to a cube
[01:01.42] The new Kowloon chowline, two leads routing medicine and gruel
[01:04.24] One is hemorrhaging money, the other jettisoning fuel
[01:06.98] Identical water-separated pools
[01:09.75] It was clever
[01:10.63] But it wasn't ever neighborhood-degenerate approved
[01:13.33] In swooped jukebox Fonzie, promptly
[01:16.08] Bolts on his neck, one tubesock wonky
[01:18.86] 16-panel head mutton chop and Ambulax
[01:21.55] Double pits to chesty got the ESPY on a camel's back
[01:24.27] Handle that Huffy wit' a timely parry
[01:27.02] And get all up in your kitchen, money, Guy Fieri
[01:29.71] There is a wildly elusive moment of bliss
[01:32.41] In the spaces between being told you are shit
[01:35.14] I would openly suggest identifying the closest
[01:37.86] And collectivly agreeing to meet if the sky opens
[01:41.52] 3
[01:42.42] Ma'am? I'd like to speak to a supervisor
[02:15.23] Back alley brawl over party guests who want a
[02:17.92] Steak tartare but we're hardly pet food
[02:20.67] Charlie check booth, Brody's right
[02:23.43] You're gonna need a bigger boat and a Holy Diver
[02:26.13] Aggravated people driving lemons over limits
[02:28.84] With a neck bop stemming and a cartoon physics
[02:31.68] 2
[02:32.55] Smart move taught never broadcast holes in his armor
[02:35.29] End up another poached foriegner
[02:37.04] 3
[02:38.09] Handcuffed down to a toothless tease
[02:39.87] Who got an X-marked mouth and a hooch machine
[02:42.58] With eyes that tell the story of the woods that fetter
[02:46.28] And a chest that sells the ending when it's pushed together
[02:48.90] Been through the desert on a horse that's nameless
[02:51.63] Now I'm driving through the city in the Porsche naked
[02:54.47] Shores invaded by the new marines
[02:58.06] That tear the roof off this mother like Buford T
[03:00.76] Untrained pet with a pen name
[03:03.51] Chest pain, bet he outlive his own endgame, anyway
[03:06.24] Step around the rhythm of the red rain
[03:08.92] Getaway car horn, stand by, tenth frame
[03:11.77] Spare me the dramatics to ratchets, smile purdy (pretty)
[03:14.41] Flashlight strapped to the calf of a wild turkey
[03:17.15] Package of mild jerky, captain to aisle 30
[03:19.98] There's a man with a mask an an app that can dial Fergie
[03:22.63] Sir? x 16
[03:29.09] I'd like to speak to a supervisor
[03:30.85]