Lyrics: El Peyote Asesino. Wanker.

I've got no walking rimes
I ain't fucking mike-d
I got no CD
you know got no flying v
foolin' around with a cheesy strat
yeah!!!
ain't no big muff
got no pro co rat
I got my chickenhead
cranked up to twelve
I want a twanky sound
asian
born and bred
I don't have a fax
I just use the wax
I don't play heavy metal but i love Antrax
I ain't faking Hendrix
got no little wing
I can make you burn
but I can't make you Sting
got peyote dreams in the night yeah!!!
I can't find no doctor
set me right
I don't say bullshit
don't give me no free line
I got no proper stuff I got no shoeshine
I like a band named Rollins

I hate Phil Collins
I don't give a fuck if the Stones are Rolling
This is the stuff
the facts
let's make an act
break through your level
don't play the rebel
You know I ain't no wanker
I got to resist
I get a regular dose
from your waiting list
you know I ain't no saint
no damn funky monk
take me home honey I'm a
monkey bonk
give you a little ring
with myjum-jum thing
talk me on the phone
get on the zone
I never said nigga
don't make it bigger
I'm just like you
so why pull the trigger?