Viagrilla

[Intro – screamed until the mic clips] CARGO PLANE! BLUE RAIN! APE ATE THE PHARMACY AND BROKE HIS FUCKING BRAIN! [Verse 1] Old Gorr was mid, just a regular silver Then the sky nutted a pallet and delivered a killer Crate hit the dirt like a divine cumshot Thousand little blue soldiers ready to get him hot He didn’t check the dose, he just opened his throat Shoved two fists in like he was trying to deepthroat Thirty minutes later the whole troop went mute ‘Cause the king stood up and it looked like a parachute [Pre-Chorus] Tried the river! Still brick! Tried the mud! Still thick! Tried thinking about his dead grandma! STILL HARD AS A MOTHERFUCKING BRICK! [Chorus – gang chant + screams] VIAGRILLA! CAN’T PUT IT DOWN! VIAGRILLA! TERROR OF THE TOWN! ATE THE SKY AND NOW THE JUNGLE’S AFRAID EVERY FEMALE IN RANGE GOT ABSOLUTELY RAILED AND THE MALES ARE ALL BEGGING FOR A BLACKOUT [Verse 2] Rival silverback came looking for the belt Left the clearing with his pride and his asshole melted Viagrilla don’t tap, he just keeps the receipt Three-hour war then he still wanted the whole fleet Leopards started duct-taping their shit shut Even the pythons said “bro, that thing’s a weapon of mass destruction” Young bloods crawl to the crash-site shrine at night Eat one leftover pill and immediately start to cry [Pre-Chorus] Tried sad thoughts! Still steel! Tried taxes! Still real! Tried remembering every rejection he ever got! STILL HARD ENOUGH TO CRACK A FUCKING SEAL! [Chorus] VIAGRILLA! CAN’T PUT IT DOWN! VIAGRILLA! TERROR OF THE TOWN! ATE THE SKY AND NOW THE JUNGLE’S AFRAID EVERY FEMALE IN RANGE GOT ABSOLUTELY RAILED AND THE MALES ARE ALL BEGGING FOR A BLACKOUT [Bridge – half-time then detonates] Moon comes up Dick goes THUMP THUMP THUMP Sounds like a war crime with a jungle pump You can run to the mountains You can dig a deep hole But you can’t outlast a pharmaceutical soul Little blue apocalypse swinging between his thighs Now the whole rainforest is full of exhausted goodbyes [Breakdown – pure chaos] HARDER! LONGER! THICKER! WRONGER! HE AIN’T SOFT! HE AIN’T DONE! HE AIN’T STOPPING TILL THE FUCKING PLANET COMES! [Final Chorus – everything maxed] VIAGRILLA! CAN’T PUT IT DOWN! VIAGRILLA! TERROR OF THE TOWN! ATE THE SKY AND NOW THE JUNGLE’S AFRAID EVERY FEMALE IN RANGE GOT ABSOLUTELY RAILED AND THE MALES ARE ALL CRYING IN THE BLACKOUT [Outro – spoken, exhausted, over feedback] Crate’s still there. He’s still up. Sun’s been gone twelve hours… …and so has everyone’s ability to walk straight.