Cole makes the Guardian saxophone solo.
Turn me up a little, daddy.
Yeah.
I can't hear myself, Lordy.
Bach Levine.
Charming.
You know it's him.
Prince Charming.
The Dolphins, once again.
Congratulations,
they just casted Bach Levine, Rambo.
Heard how your boy was off the handles.
And that was just a sample.
All black Cherokee,
cause I can't fit this body in a Lambo.
All this marble got me feeling like a Roman.
Pacific Ocean to put my toes in.
Smoking green slime like Nickelodeon.
All white standing at the podium,
you know it's him.
I throw dice with the Tommy John elbow.
Next week, I'll probably Parmesan the sailboat.
Drive the Hummer on the railroad.
My drugs are waiting for me in the mail room.
Hell, *.
Yeah, man.
Yeah.
Powerbomb him through the dinner table.
Sound like a moose hit a Winnebago.
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I'm back.
Yeah.
Back, back.
I'm a man amongst boys.
Your Jeep come with a booster seat.
Shooting puppy water all over your sheets.
I'm jumping in jacuzzis 12 feet deep with 12 freaks.
You know they * true.
That's true.
You heard?
You heard?
You heard?
You heard?
Yeah, yeah.
Only for the Dolphins, baby.
Told you.
Bronco.
El Bronco.