Rubber Tires

Oh thank you, thank you very much
Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, I will eat a rubber tire
To the music of the Flight of the Bumblebee

Rebels of ribbon unity, yeah
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
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Blaze for me

They call me Akeel
My name is Mark Seven
My man Charlie Tuna
This is Akeel, man
I don't know what to say
I'm a rocket, and I can take you to outer space
Listen
Metro case, come on
When do we sex?
Right now

Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
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Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Down for Newmark and my man Cut Chemist

You know, I think we could become big shots on this planet
A rifle shot
They talk about their kicks
They talk about their kicks

Passion and passion I ration with caution
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me

Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Down for Newmark and my man Cut Chemist

Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Passion and passion I ration with caution
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me
Passion and passion I ration with caution
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me
Passion and passion I ration with caution
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me
Passion and passion I ration with caution
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me
Passion and passion I ration with caution
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me
Passion and passion I ration with caution
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me

Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Blaze for me
Down for Newmark and my man Cut Chemist

Down for Newmark and my man Cut Chemist