Well, me and Kage are hungry

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 [bad word]  bathing suit 
We want the low hangin' fruit 

Me and Kage are horny 
We're lookin' for a snack 
Lookin' for a plump one 
With a tasty crack 

We want some low hangin' fruit 
She wear the beekeeper suit 
She got the [bad word] kickin' boot 
We need the low hangin' fruit 

She got the flip-flops on with hot red potatoes 
And the butt-floss 'long 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... 

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 [bad word] 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!