Obtuse Angle - Riff Raff

Yeah, yeah

I just wanna rock, at an angle

At an obtuse, calling at an obtuse

I just wanna rock, at an angle

Gripping wood and grain

Hawking, hawking turning lanes

I just wanna rock, at an angle

At an obtuse, calling at an obtuse

I just wanna rock, at an angle

At an obtuse, calling at an obtuse

Steel station, street sweep your surface, Sir Sargent Slaughter

No service cellphone worthless, I’mma purchase

Everything perfect, straw like salamander sandals, sandy serpent

4th down and 10 you get tackled, astroturf ribs

Gridiron, chill fries, deep sea, Kawasaki oil

And my blood’s gone boil, temperature rises, might meet me

Outside the fire, lions, tigers

Swangin' just like Mark McGwire, swang like Forest Whitaker

Carpal tunnel cars and tunnels, the summer cold, tundra

Be prepared to bundle stomach crunches and lunges

Lunches in dungeons, thunder from down under, disgruntle

Longevity, lunar eclipses, gypsy style travel

Trapezoid travel bags, terrified tandems

Can’t fathom my phenom, my python venomous

Dennis the menace dimensions

Ignorant Lima beans the size of time machines

We diced on ice on devices made by Nike, night lights

Made from carbon

Copy Swiss rockets, my pitches, side of lockets of necklace

Of orphans eating porridge outside of the queen’s fortress

Who can afford Porsches but refuse to purchase

Soul components for the young and unfortunate