My Guacamole Cadillac rides low to the ground and leaves a tasty green trail wherever it goes. It’s almost sunup, so dip your Dorito boots in your burrito boat; then come and drink booze with me in my new parked vehicle. It’s equipped with chopped avocados, refried beans, and a vintage GPS (Global Positioning System).
Alright, now we’re rollin’ thru the ’hood in my Guacamole Cadillac. Just disturbing the peace with our taco sunroof open. Cruisin’ down the block squeezin’ some hot-sauce packets; causin’ a ruckus, eatin’ chips from a basket. Drivin’ all around with the radio playin’ festive music and the rear cannons shootin’ cheese sauce at streetwalkers. I’m the Taco Swamp Monster and you’re the Radioactive Meat Zombie: together we’re converting everyone to Communism with a Glock-9 and a battle ax.
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