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Elvis and I order Domino's Pizza with extra cheese
Suckin' down Formula 44D
Elvis and I put on diapers and extra sheer pantyhose
We never argue or overdose
He says, "
Do I look fat to you?"I say, "
No King, it's not true.
You just have very big bones."
And then he fires his .44 into the television
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I put on big belts and drive down to Burger King
He lets me croon and I let him steer
Elvis and I fry up demorol tablets and bacon grease
Torkin' down microwave tacos and beer
He says, "I don't wanna be on no stamp man."I say, "I understand."
He says, "
My mama should be on that stamp man."
And then he fires his .44 into the television
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I chop up onions and methamphetamines
We cook 'em up with some peanut butter and cheese
Elvis and I call up Cadillac dealerships all night long
Suckin' down Ny Quil stingers and cheese
He says, "
What the hell's Lisa Marie thinking,
With that Michael Jackson crap?
She should have married Janet or La
Toya or Tito or even Mahalia Jackson."
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
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