I'm a cheetah man
Back from the underground
Like a myth or somethin
I think you've heard of me
You must've heard of me
I'm back from the west coast
There was nothing there
There is nothing right here
So I disappeared
Your god looks just like mine
I'm a mother f*ckin cheetah man
Rigamortis, comatose
I'm kickin you off my boat
And then you've fallen down
A pig ringin a bell
As you're cookin in hell
I'm cookin too up here
Your future disappeared
Your future disappeared
Your god looks just like mine
I'm back from the grave
Never paid never made
For a life of servitude
Never praised never saved
I've found no heaven
No seventy two
So I came back
And I came back for you
Blow The FM Radio - Smokewagon Lyrics
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I'm a cheetah man
Back from the underground
Like a myth or somethin
I think you've heard of me
You must've heard of me
I'm back from the west coast
There was nothing there
There is nothing right here
So I disappeared
Your god looks just like mine
I'm a mother f*ckin cheetah man
Rigamortis, comatose
I'm kickin you off my boat
And then you've fallen down
A pig ringin a bell
As you're cookin in hell
I'm cookin too up here
Your future disappeared
Your future disappeared
Your god looks just like mine
I'm back from the grave
Never paid never made
For a life of servitude
Never praised never saved
I've found no heaven
No seventy two
So I came back
And I came back for you
Back from the underground
Like a myth or somethin
I think you've heard of me
You must've heard of me
I'm back from the west coast
There was nothing there
There is nothing right here
So I disappeared
Your god looks just like mine
I'm a mother f*ckin cheetah man
Rigamortis, comatose
I'm kickin you off my boat
And then you've fallen down
A pig ringin a bell
As you're cookin in hell
I'm cookin too up here
Your future disappeared
Your future disappeared
Your god looks just like mine
I'm back from the grave
Never paid never made
For a life of servitude
Never praised never saved
I've found no heaven
No seventy two
So I came back
And I came back for you