Mike Honcho Breakdown

Mike Honcho's running wild through the county line

Eyes wide open, completely lost his mind

He's on that white dust,

howling at the moon Says he's gonna build a rocket,

leaving real soon Nose nachos,

Mike Honcho's flying high (flying high) Nose nachos,

looking for a fight in the sky (yeah-eah)

He's rewiring the tractor in the pouring rain

No umbrella, singing through the pain

Talkin' to the shadows,

chasing down the ghosts

That white lightning is what he loves the most

MIKE HONCHO!

Nose nachos, Mike Honcho's flying high

Nose nachos! (haha)