Don’t everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn mother fucker, burn American Dreams. Don’t everybody like the taste of Apple Pie? We’ll snap for your slice of life I’m tellin’ ya why. I hear that mother nature’s now on birth control. The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold. The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll. Youth full of fire ain’t got nowhere to go. Nowhere to go.