word guitar solo

i'm all over the fretboard

do it next door

flowing fluent since f4

slamming whammy bars on amateurs

pamela's

sub-par perimeters

pleasing cheesin for cameras

the summit ain't far

they're flummoxed how i done it

eating hummus

sammy hagar

spray bars

i complete each speech i start

i keep trucking like dysart's

till i get my piece of the pie chart

i jest

bidest

ingest that i'm the best

fingerpickin' on fiction it's picturesque

i hope you brought some film

peter's hot as pottery

just busted out the kiln from wells town

fell down but held down like barre chords

i need oxygen

they boxed me in the cardboard

steadily cramped like refugee camps in darfur

blurred

spittin' word

flippin' parkour

cold cuts

scissors in the blizzard with the art form

you bet your cinnamon toast crunch

i saw you backstabbers

gentlemen

i don't front

i know i'm better than the veterans embedded in your settlements

the way i said it should've turned a evan to a evelyn

and when it comes to rhymes they'll find us

in the starting line up

i don't need a supper till the time's up

word guitar solos

duo or dolo

judo or jiu jitsu

two pit bulls in a dojo

and we don't need no clicquot to reload for each show

in beast mode

they'll stand there watchin'

gawkin' like a free throw

what you mad at me fo'? i can't help it

making celtics green

melted cheese

i'm just me