Linguine Western

[Intro]:
Hey, amigo, ich bein zah butter, der eche?, hahahahahaha...!

[Verse 1]:
Carl Spackler a caddy shack garlic
Breath sparkerin' a alleyback, scallywag
Minstreled in the gully mag, catch me in a fatty ass
'Bout to OD like Daddy Mack
Later on, bright wearin' a painted smock
Laker 1 Acre bond, haters watch
High enough to forget if I ate or not (Hey)
Hater watch, it's all love whether hate or not

[Verse 2]:
Yo, axe in my hand, mask tilted
Real face grotesque and half wilted (Eww)
The first laid the plans, the last built it
Most stuck in a cubicle, they Mad Milton's (Hahahaha)
Known since, no prints
When I was pinnin' on faces with clothespins
Bars revolve over head, they doin' no spins
Slice Christ's cheek despite facin' he knows it
Four (four!), doses golfin' foul ball
Shout out my neighbors adjacent to our farm
Jars of Southern caulform, they call me Salazar
Cocaine Bear in the town hall

[Verse 3]:
They idol-praisin', baseheads
With the belt tight on bassin' at nine, dying with made men
Not my occasion (Nah)
Young pyro on a dino ragin', whole bio-maiden, isolation (Yeah)
Lucy in the Sky with the Diamond H
21 grams of pain, broke down the dimes I hate
Not a finer day, I must say
Scream from a violent fate, sooth as the violins play (Ahh)

[Outro]:
- Chill, put that gun away, man
- Hm, it ain't gone bite you, chill out, put that shit away, man... You know, shootin' at cops, shootin' at cops ain't all good, it ain't all good
- Man, that shit ain't no big, man