Zest Coast - Bride of Frankenstein

To the bride of Frankenstein take your fuckin pride and die
Here's to drinkin the finest wine stickin needles through each one of my eyes
Here's to the fine is fine to the finest sack
To the wine and dine in the motherfuckin Maserati black
I gotta ratchet but chu gotta catch it
I gotta snatch shit and turn it into cash kid to hide under the black mattress
Marshall Mathers can really here's what's matter and matches are you silly
I'm the motherfuckin new black magic

I turn myself into ashes on top of the mattress
Until the black mattress explodes into ashes both your folks on a road in Kansas
Both no hope dead before morning in Kansas
Found beside a gas can and matches and a black fuckin mattress
Couple of nerds checkin DNA matches
But none of the DNA matches the black mattress
Couple psychics and an anthropologist checkin the blackness
Both convinced x-file or magic what's so fuckin tragic
I seen the X-file's a million times man and I do black magic

They got elves in Iceland first country to avoid hell president's a nice man
Running the country of Iceland
I had tea with the man twice man change my life man
White tea expand my life span
White tee and a nice tan standing in Iceland
After getting out of a white van after the president of Iceland
Shake my nice white hand
I ain't nice I'm a white man kill for some white land
Till I met a man in Iceland took a chill pill in a nice land
Fuck the white vans

Written by:
Jesse Stevenson

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