Limo
Limo (M. Canarie)
Must be almost a city block long
Black as sin and creeping along
Runway lighting, tinted glass
The people gawk as they pass
You'd probably fit a small village in there
With a Jacuzzi tub and a Frigidaire
Lord knows what goes on inside
But a few of the commandments defied
They better hide
I'm glad I'm not riding in that limousine
You're better off waiting at the toll
Because the devil's at the wheel of that Satan mobile
He's got them now body and soul
Drug lord, banker, oil prince
Bathing in vice and decadence
Chugging Kristal with Beelzebub
They even pour it into the tub
But here's the rub
I'm glad I'm not riding in that limousine
'cause those people are going straight to hell
Because the devil's at the wheel of that Satan mobile
I'm choking on that sulfurous smell
No, no, no
We all know what scriptures say
about the wicked come the Judgement Day
So, let 'em cruise down there in style
Where the temperature ain't mild
They have defiled
I'm glad I'm not riding in that limousine
'cause those people don't really know the deal
Because the devil's at the wheel of that Satan mobile
And their sad fate is sealed
No, no, no
Writer/s: Michael Francis Canarie
