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(Malk)
the Neanderthal pre-amble
ballad of a furry mammal that reads Nathaniel
I found my angle like Oprah found her ankle
trim the fat, the bacon and cheese plate? We’ll cancel.
sipping Modelo, shotgun, white Blazer
bumping Handel’s Concerto In I’m Major
this lightsaber is a lifesaver
up to slice necks and down to swipe lazers
quick-witted, I got icebreakers
might take her a minute to get it but it’s quite flavor
and when we come together it’s like nature
between my sheets, naked as God made her
I got neighbors that rock Rod Lavers
and everywhere we fucking walk we leave hot craters
we run our own shit, fuck hard labor
the motherfucking Palms Mayor.

(Sum)
the vodka-tonic godfather, cigar clipper
hellfire holder, monster killer dip attracter
fuck a rapper, I’m a mogul on the mobile clapper
(blakka blakka) moccasin wild game trapper
Gravy Crockett, hunt a stag, drag it home to wifey
skewered on the barbie Cajun style, mighty spicey
Charlie Chaplin, army-issue Gatling
James got the party cracking in a bomber Farsi jacket
yeeeeah the shit be cracking every week
I be in the booth at Saints, cracking bottles with my teeth
on some good cop, bad cop, girl no thanks
all the titty-weight you got ain’t getting you no Timberlake
it’s the Palms Weekend, bitch, we doing yall a solid
you come from long money, I come from alcoholics
so I might weeble-wobble but I won’t fall down
so if you really want that shit then order another round.

yo James, you on deck? (yep, order another round)
Sum, you on deck? (yep, order another round)
the Palms Weekend, it’s going down
the Palms Weekend, I like the way that shit sounds

(Malk)
I see a sea of heads, volume meter reads red
so much Hennessy in me, should technically be dead
got a request? I ain’t Ryan Seacrest
whether C-chest or D-breast, better be fresh
when we started it was Euro-dance and trance
now it’s rock ‘n roll, soul and gangsta jams
so thank ya man, Nowax with the tracks
throw Sabbath on after Sade and just max
legend has it, he’ll drink anything you pass him
down it all like magic and yell “action”
shit we drop got the bums outside clapping
standing ovation, then back on the pavement
it’s the neighborhood bar and we made it ours
to the Harleys and Kawasakis, this one is for the posse
make my water and Johnnie Walker rocky, yeah copy

(Sum)
we on Johnnie Walks, Jack D and pint suds
spiced rum, Sum from the P-Dub
fight club, music on the Brad Pitt
Westwood Block, bitch it don’t quit
soldier swagger catalog, I’m Wolverine dipped
flip a tractor-trailer on my way to play the hits
got my knuckles on, eyes peeled, cutter on my hip
for shady cats, on the block waiting for you to slip
the moon is full, they at the bar, woofing “who you with”
and my condescending tone gon get us in some shit
all day (all day) I keep it Dr Jekyll
.38 special off my third or eighth Ketel
got my tard helmet on, hit me with a truck
the calamari at the party gave me bubble guts
so I might weeble-wobble but I’ll never fall down
so if you really want that shit then order another round.