Low Hangin' Fruit

Well, me and Kage are hungry
 We're hungry for some fruit
 We wander through the garden
 It would be a hoot
 To eat some low hangin' fruit
 We're on a freaky pursuit
 Don't want no high class model in designer fuckin' bathing suit
 We want the low hangin' fruit
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 Me and Kage are horny
 We're lookin' for a snack
 Lookin' for a plump one
 With some tasty crack
 We want some low hangin' fruit
 She wear the beekeeper suit
 She got the shit kicking boot
 We need the low hangin' fruit
 She got the flip-flops on with hot red potatoes
 And the butt-floss on with fried green tomatoes
 And she love that song we sing for the ladies
 Come on, Oh my god
 Rip-snort and a flip-florp fiddly-fjorp
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 Low hangin' fruit
 She wears a pink parachute
 She got the fly tattoo and the honky-tonky daisy dukes (woah)
 We love the low hangin' fruit
 Because the high class fruit is not gonna fuck me
 But the low-class fruit is sweet chunky monkey
 When you smoke that fruit, you smell like a skunky
 Come on
 Come on
 Come on
 Come on