"BALLOWEEN 2" lyrics

It's the Peach Panther, Versace Berry Dancer
The baby-blue Bentley got dipped in Mylanta (RiFF)
It's the Peach Panther—

If I wake up with depression, I'ma take up swimming lessons
I'ma jump inside an icebox, hard and aggression
Went hard in confession, eight-ball for the reverend
Pockets smelling like dope, but I'm not the snowman
I'ma burn down a trailer like Lindsey Lohan (RiFF)
I'ma roll a Backwood you gotta hold with both hands
I'ma hold up traffic like you playing slow jams
I'ma get big head like it's NBA Jam
I'ma jump from the free throw with a cheat code
I'ma pay in all cash, can't get repo'd
I'ma say it ten times, can't get requote
When I rock a turtleneck, I feel like Edgar Allan Poe

It's the Peach Panther, Versace Berry Dancer
The baby-blue Bentley got dipped in Mylanta
It's the Peach Panther, Versace Berry Dancer
The baby-blue—

I feel like Santa Claus when I'm rocking Southpole
I feel like Tom Brady when I'm at the Super Bowl
I live like I'm divorced, my real name is Horst
You knew that of course, I'm jumping off the porch
I used to drive a Porsche
It's the Peach Panther, Versace Berry Dancer
The baby-blue Bentley got dipped in Mylanta
Bought an OnlyFans mansion for strippers in New Hampshire (RiFF)

It's the Peach Panther, Versace Berry Dancer
The baby-blue Bentley got dipped in My—
It's the Peach Panther, Versace Berry Dancer
The baby-blue Bentley got dipped in Mylanta
It's the Peach Panther, Versace Berry Dancer
The baby-blue Bentley got dipped in Mylanta
It's the Peach Panther, Versace Berry Dancer
The baby-blue Bentley got dipped in Mylanta
It's the Peach Panther, Versace Berry Dancer
The baby-blue Bentley got dipped in Mylanta

RiFF