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 fuckin' 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 some tasty crack We want some low hangin' fruit She wear the beekeeper suit She got the shit kicking 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 (woah) We love the low hangin' fruit Because the high class fruit is not gonna fuck 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