Lyrics

Sucker Punchin’ Weasel

Well, he’s a bonafide dick,
But he can’t help thinking that he’s hot shit,
He’s one rude dumb-motherfucker that’s for sure,
And lazy, selfish son of a bitch,
And all his lies are so tightly knit,
That one day it’s all going to slip,
On this Taylor-made piece of shit,
And he thinks that the world is out to get him,
But he is just paranoid from the blow,
Well, don’t you know, don’t you know that,
He’s the only one to make those lights dim low,
On him, on him,
And if he keeps questioning my love,
I’ll send him to his creator up above,
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Because I think that I am losing my grip
on this Sucker Punchin’ Weasel,
Mounds of cocaine straight to your brain sweeter than that old fermented sugar cane,
When all they really want and all they really need is…Yeah,

Well, in this final hour,
He shares no equal rights no equal power,
Because he thinks that he rules with an iron fist,
But little does he know it's a attached to a limp wrist
And he belittles everything she says,
So, who are you to erase her past Mr. Hernando Cortez?
And if he doesn't treat her right than him and I are going to get into a fist fight,
You know it's right, Because his addiction will be his greatest conviction in this silent disposition they're living in,
And if he keeps acting like a prick to me,
I'll kick his ass like Jackie Chan,
Here comes my brother Bruce Lee,
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Because I think that I am losing my grip
on this Sucker Punchin’ Weasel,
Mounds of cocaine straight to your brain sweeter than that old fermented sugar cane,
When all they really want and all they really need is…

Just give them some Love, Just give them some Love,

Don’t you know that I tried? Lord knows, I tried, ya,
He said all your dreams are nothing but make believe, I’ll show you!

I’ll show you what dreams can do when you see them through!

He’s a Sucker Punchin’ Weasel, He’s a Sucker Punchin’ Weasel, He’s a Sucker Punchin’ Weasel, He's a Sucker Punchin Weasel!