Hyde Park Pedaler

It's tickle time

Ride with me

Welcome to Hyde Park

With that said, relax

While I poke a shank in your head

Here I come on mom's '83 birthday gift

Green tandem Schwinn for me and my twin

But cramping my swag got his ass clipped

Now it's just me, back seat's open for the chicks

See me ride, I'm the bike man of Hyde Park

Ten at night I start because I like dark

I pedal hard in my pink Croc flip-flops

A worn drop that thing in a lot of quick stops

If you're walking and I'm speeding by often

It's called stalking, you're 'bout to need a coffin

Double padded wide seat for my tailbone

Body tire tracks in the street, flee the girls home

No I don't gang bang thugs, you need to learn

I'm only throwing hand signs up when I turn

Fat basket on my handlebars for my Shih Tzu Chuck

Existing will get you stuck by the Hyde Park Pedaler

Relaxing bike ride

(But you know me)

(It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

There's stranger danger

(But you know me)

(It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

Relaxing bike ride

(But you know me)

(It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

There's stranger danger

(But you know me)

I think I'm going for a ride

My bike bell rings every I kill

Decorative eyeballs stuck to the spokes on my wheels

Being parked off the street, smashing in the back seat

Will end you both in a trash bag, hacked meat

'Cause I'm that sweet, I don't pack heat

I just jack off and skeet to this fat beat

Hookers bare feet blowing boners in the bushes

The drugs in their system increase the blood gushes

Man cushion, 300 she pushing, need a cushion

Her pussy never got air with all them thighs smushing

Pumping up my inner tube, then my inner floob

Made me put the nozzle to her nipple, air in her boob

Which ballooned up plump than the other one

She floated off, double blimp bubble fun

But the slut popped, gut slop dropped, plop, splatter

What up, flops? Hey, I caught a bladder

(Stop) what's the matter? (Chop, chop)

Ain't nobody badder at bedlam

You better run from the Hyde Park Pedaler

Relaxing bike ride

(But you know me)

(It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

There's stranger danger

(But you know me)

(It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

Relaxing bike ride

(But you know me)

(It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

There's stranger danger

(But you know me)

I think I'm going for a ride

I like to murder, but safety's not a game

I put that on the blood stain shank strapped to my bike frame

I maintain bike riding ain't for kids

God forbid, you brake so hard your bike skids

But if the road's blocked then you need to take the grass route

And have to pedal so hard you might pass out

You could hit a ditch and lose all control

And if your chain pops off, you're assed out, asshole

I installed a seatbelt 'cause crashing ain't fun

I'm a killer, yes, but at least I'm a safe one

Voulez-vous couche, banana-fana-fo

It's adamant and I'm stabbing foes, this man's an animal

I rejected being cannibal, though it's understandable

Rather just roll my tandem slow and strangle random hoes

Oil up your pedals, homes, keep your reflectors clean

Or I'll inject something chrome directly in your spleen

No ollies, bunny hops, or ramp jumps

Unless you want your motherfucking lungs by the park you pedaler

Relaxing bike ride

(But you know me)

(It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

There's stranger danger

(But you know me)

(It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

Relaxing bike ride

(But you know me)

(It's the Hyde Park Pedaler)

There's stranger danger

(But you know me)

I think I'm going for a ride

Bunch of clowns