Juice

Written by Douglas Firestein

Graffiti is spreading
Across the cityscape
Scaring away tourists
Who visit this lovely place

Natives are quite kind
But there’s been some uptick
In hatred toward newcomers
Cos people act like dicks

Suckas be thinking
They’re hard as nails
But I got a process
That never fails

Tattoo their foreheads
Use my semen as the ink
Make their faces glow at night
So I’ll know whose ass to beat

Every punch that lands
Is literal child abuse
Cos the ink below their skin
Is made of my nut juice

Ooh, ooh, ooh
MY NUT JUICE!

Litter is blowing
Clogging up the streets
Better wear your sandals
There’s needles on the beach

The council doesn’t care
They just line their pockets
Their terms are gonna end early
So I can elect them to a coffin

Suckas be thinking
They’re hard as nails
But I got a process
That never fails

Tattoo their foreheads
Use my semen as the ink
Make their faces glow at night
So I’ll know whose ass to beat

Every punch that lands
Is literal child abuse
Cos the ink below their skin
Is made of my nut juice

Ooh, ooh, ooh
MY NUT JUICE!

High and mighty
Drinking juice from a glass
They gonna feast on my feet
When they go up their ass

Suckas be thinking
They’re hard as nails
But I got a process
That never fails

Tattoo their foreheads
Use my semen as the ink
Make their faces glow at night
So I’ll know whose ass to beat

Every punch that lands
Is literal child abuse
Cos the ink below their skin
Is made of my nut juice

Ooh, ooh, ooh
MY NUT JUICE!

(Tat)
(Tat)
(Tat)
TATTOOOOO JUICE!!