Stuck and Glued

Wake and bake it slowly
 Yo it's that bitch, run!
 It's a suggestion
 Wake and bake it slowly
 It's a suggestion
 It's that bitch bitch, run
 What is rummaging demi-god
 Lost in the moat boy, guard my turf
 Take your clothing returns back in tact
 I need a dub sac before the bile clenches,
 A pinch and stains my lungs
 Wag of the finger and the shock of call me old
 The dank on two tabs in labor pest block the cough and cold
 A long drawn case of evasive waiting session activities please
 Blue on both sides, my model doc calls in late
 Pencil, shoe mall, the mothers daughter propagates
 Low on fodder in a mannequin in suite and tie
 Rosha come now with the bible got a grenade on the inside
 Hey man can I get in there
 This door isn't push you squeeze it
 When your talking pace is like a racist case
 Cow bladder hepatitis please bitch
 I must've blamed all these competing contemporary factions
 I must've decreed that this is the sum of all of my actions
 Better to stay up late then feel the mornings hate for me and my masochist mind
 Running again and again and again with a realistic wage in mind
 Running again and again remove the plastic that's lodged in my spine
 If you know the bumps than the road wont jump and startle you half of the time
 Better to stay up late than feel the mornings hate for me and my masochist mind
 Me and my masochist mind