Whip$ and Chain$ Flobots

[Verse 1: Brer Rabbit]
Strange fruit I roll up in my Ford Taurus
Emissions won't pass like Gandalf at Moria
Way out of order, should be pulled over
Pulled out garage, lost side view mirror

Credit card, Final Fantasy breaks the limit
I just paid just brakes to break my lemon
Didn't make enough juice for my pessimism
So I'm not for givin' till my debt's forgiven

So I skim off the top, convertible roof
Thinking Spanish green sounds like the truth
Got it on lockjaw to the tip of the tooth
Way I floss no dental insurance to boot

But my chain hangs low, I could double Dutch
Keep my eyes to the floor so don't stumble much
I shine bright at night from all the karats
'Cause it's not who you are but who you're wearing

Stay sporting lashes from the old massas
Clasp on the neck says "Property of the masses"
And what's under the chassis?
The block is gentrified while the governor's classic