Push The Eagles Stomach

I dont wanna know your name (my vice grips)
I dont wanna know your name (bad vice cops)
I dont wanna know your name (the prescription doesnt scan)
We start shrinking
When we hit that grill you know we will
Please dont beat around the black jack night
Outta time dont beat around the black jack night
Outta time dont beat around the black jack night
Outta time dont beat around the black jack night
Black Jack
Night Black
Jack Night
Black Jack
Night Black
Jack Night
Black Jack
Night Black
Jack Night
Black Jack
Night Black
Jack Night
My leg breaks faster than yours
My face looks better than yours
My beat is longer than yours
My brown eyes blacker than yours
Mustache,
Mustache,
Mustache,
Mustache,
Mustache.
Mustache,
Mustache,
Mustache,
Mustache,
Mustache .
Mustache,
Mustache,
Mustache,
Mustache,
Mustache.
Mustache,
Mustache,
Mustache,
Mustache,
Mustache .
The Gun is not my
Son The Gun is not my
Son The Gun is not my
Son The Gun is not my
Son The Gun is not my
Son Dont beat around the
Black Jack
Night I wanna slay my mustache right
I wanna see my hand in light
I dont wanna be the
Son of sound