Terry-D by Thriftworks Lyrics
[Verse 1]
How many bitches know why
Birds in the sky, always fly high
Stay away from me pigeons
Ground lickin', no thinkin', cheap drinkin'
Speaking of a cocktail
Let me get a whiskey on the rocks
While we stock shells
Getting dry up in the mind's eye
I got two birds stoned, with one try
Terry-D swooped downed
Six-foot wings and a cardboard crown
That's a scary motherfucker
Hide your whole family
And do take cover
[Chorus]
Under cover of the night, steady gliding
Scoop chicken from the coop, no fried eggs
Bobble heads get the goop from reader's digest
Terry-D making moves but no track
[Verse 2]
How many feathers in your hairdress
Let me get your address
Don't get mad miss
We've got some work to do
You plucking me
Me plucking you
It's just another bird-brain
Another hoochie-momma with the bangarang
Pigeonry's the best-kind
No thanks to red-wine
Why oh why, when I'm running on bird time
Terry-D swooped down
Six-foot wings and a golden crown
That's a scary motherfucker
Hide your whole family
And do take cover
Goopy dino egg-drop
Steady craft
Swoop through the head - chop
Get past
Fruit loops' got two cans served
We be the birds from that other
[Chorus]
Under cover of the night, steady gliding
Scoop chicken from the coop, no fried eggs
Bobble heads get the goop from reader's digest
Terry-D making moves but no track
How many bitches know why
Birds in the sky, always fly high
Stay away from me pigeons
Ground lickin', no thinkin', cheap drinkin'
Speaking of a cocktail
Let me get a whiskey on the rocks
While we stock shells
Getting dry up in the mind's eye
I got two birds stoned, with one try
Terry-D swooped downed
Six-foot wings and a cardboard crown
That's a scary motherfucker
Hide your whole family
And do take cover
[Chorus]
Under cover of the night, steady gliding
Scoop chicken from the coop, no fried eggs
Bobble heads get the goop from reader's digest
Terry-D making moves but no track
[Verse 2]
How many feathers in your hairdress
Let me get your address
Don't get mad miss
We've got some work to do
You plucking me
Me plucking you
It's just another bird-brain
Another hoochie-momma with the bangarang
Pigeonry's the best-kind
No thanks to red-wine
Why oh why, when I'm running on bird time
Terry-D swooped down
Six-foot wings and a golden crown
That's a scary motherfucker
Hide your whole family
And do take cover
Goopy dino egg-drop
Steady craft
Swoop through the head - chop
Get past
Fruit loops' got two cans served
We be the birds from that other
[Chorus]
Under cover of the night, steady gliding
Scoop chicken from the coop, no fried eggs
Bobble heads get the goop from reader's digest
Terry-D making moves but no track