(verse two)
[Me]
On the chest of this high rider:
Lungs on both sides.
‘Cept on the right, above the red wires:
one-point-five of’em.
Blow a lung on my blog, and really do it;
that’s the true meaning of a blogwriter.
[My Lungz]
A stretch will keep your lungs outta air forces.
Believe you me, dude, I know all about losses.
I’m a lung in Houston; just inhaling I’m cautious.
One tall breath, have your capillaries all nutty,
lobes strapped like car seats.
Turns out if you’re an abnormally tall whitey
your lungs can get freaky;
not like bumpin’ rears.
I told my bronchi in ’95,
“I’ll kill you if you try me for my Marl-boro 95′s.”
Told air when I met’em “I’m a ride,
but if I gotta drive, make my drink fried.”
Crap. Now I gotta watch it – quarter of me just died.
Now I’m stuck breathing in the ugly aquarium
with the windows up; lungs at one-point-five.
(chorus)
[My Lungz]
If you look at a diagram, my trachea’s on top,
and I’m gon’ pump, homie, until my alveoli stop.
[Me]
Go’head’n envy me:
home sick watchin’ AVP.
Movie fucking sucks total shit,
but I bought it on DVD.
(repeat)