Frosted Death Machine

Chorus

Welcome to the Fourth and Dope

Lose all your pride and all your hope

Around the shelter in a dirty lane

The Third Annual for the truly insane

No rules or maps to guide the way

Somebody's going to get hurt today

Verse 1

I am checking the mic while Snoop lights the wick

This lineup of drivers makes me feel sick

The Janitor is a Methodist with a secret cape

He built a rocket from bathroom trailers and silver tape

Look at the Wienermobile that he just stole

It turns to a robot and devours your soul

Then we got the stripper in the frosted cake

A death machine fuel-d by a stomach ache

Chorus

Welcome to the Fourth and Dope

Lose all your pride and all your hope

Around the shelter in a dirty lane

The Third Annual for the truly insane

No rules or maps to guide the way

Somebody's going to get hurt today

Verse 2

The crazy cat lady is scratching the paint

The Cowboy Cat Express makes a sinner a saint

He sits on a toilet made of soda cans

Chocolate milk cartons and terrible plans

And look at the cheerleader on the human horse

Galloping wildly around the short course

The guy being ridden is growling at cars

Probably biting the tires and breaking the bars

Bridge

Tearing through the tiny homes

Crashing through the garden gnomes

Hit him high

Hit him low

Watch him fly

Watch him go

There are no refs on this block

Just a ticking of the dirty clock

Chorus

Welcome to the Fourth and Dope

Lose all your pride and all your hope

Around the shelter in a dirty lane

The Third Annual for the truly insane

No rules or maps to guide the way

Somebody's going to get hurt today

Chorus

Welcome to the Fourth and Dope

Lose all your pride and all your hope

Around the shelter in a dirty lane

The Third Annual for the truly insane

No rules or maps to guide the way

Somebody's going to get hurt today