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 fucking bathing suit

We want the low-hangin' fruit, oh

Me and Kage are horny

We're looking for a snack

Looking for a plump one

With a tasty crack

We want some low-hangin' fruit

She wear the bee-keeper suit

She got the shit-kickin' boots

We need the low-hangin' fruit

She got the flip-flops on with hot red potatoes

And the but-floss thong with fried green tomatoes

And she love that song that we sing for ladies

Come on

Oh my god!

Low-hangin' fruit

She wears a pink parachute

She got the fly tattoo and the honky-tonky daisy dukes

We love the low-hangin' fruit

Because the high-class fruit is not gonna fuck me

But that low-class fruit is sweet chunky monkey

When you smoke that fruit it smells like a skunky

Come on, come on, come on, come on