Push The Eagle's Stomach

I don't wanna know your name (my vice grips)

I don't wanna know your name (bad vice cops)

I don't wanna know your name (the prescription doesn't scan)

We start shrinking

When we hit that grill you know we will

Please don't beat around the black jack night

Outta time don't beat around the black jack night

Outta time don't beat around the black jack night

Outta time don't 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 eye's 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 Don't beat around the

Black Jack

Night I wanna slay my mustache right

I wanna see my hand in light

I don't wanna be the

Son of sound