Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Composed by Broomhilda, Long Beach HHH, to commemorate LBHHH Run # 503, May 26, 1994

The name of the ‘hood is Rolling Hills Here come the Hastas looking for (cheap) SHEEP THRILLS.

EZ was early - tryin’ to pay his dough, Dirty Something had his rugrat in tow.

Pile Driver said he ran here from home, Chum tried to get her husband to cum …

Riff Raff and Boobs were early this time, Said “If Tuna’s the hare, gimme back my dime.”

Tuna Taco announced, “A to A run,” There he goes, spoilin’ Walkin’ Small’s fun.

Tuna was off at 6:32, His tights were red, but his shirt was blue.

LA/LB … whose turf was he in? Either way he’d fit right in.

CHORUS: Our turf is wide - LAX to Beach, No alley or valley is beyond our reach. This hash ain’t dope, this hash is good, Each Thursday night we trash a different hood.

So Tuna is off and taggin’ the street, Just follow the chalk marks at our feet.

To quote Shortstrokes, the concept is clear, Follow the graffiti to the beer.

The run headed west thru some fancy hood, Passing Wind passed me, movin’ real good.

I gossiped with Luftswine ‘bout C.Q. weddin’ illin’, Then we came to a check and some down-hillin’.

Off trail we followed Scooter and Lipo down, Wished I had some bread crumbs to throw on the ground.

Then up the streets and Via Pavo, (Hey - is that Spanish for “paved road?”)

Found some trail, then shortcut again, To a scenic viewpoint just ‘round the bend.

No flour, no whistles, no runners in sight, We might be in for a long, lost night.

At the corner where Newton and Hawthorne meet, There we found arrows at our feet.

We tagged the ground, 7:23, PH, LS, BH - the SCBs.

Hey, that’s short-cuttin’ bimbos to you, When you’re slow and sneaky, what else can you do?

Turned a corner - whoop - there it is! We don’t wanna mess with this chicken biz. (Long Beach HHH drinks Down Downs from a rubber chicken - F.B.)

So we hid ‘hind a Beemer till Spanks came through, She thinks she’s the wiener, but we know the truth!

And while we’re at it, let’s get something straight, These girls in the hood all beat their mates.

At the end there was plenty to hear and to see, Fruit said “We don’t circle jerk here in LBHHH.”

I asked someone what we had missed, He said the good stuff went like this -

True trail ran by the Begonia Garden, Where the fertilzer smelled like someone fartin’.

Is Begonia related to Petunia Taco? She might be his sister, but we don’t know.

At the rocket ship beer check, there was nothin’ to fear, Helter Skelter and EZ were guardin’ the beer.

AT&T passes out some greasy fries, From In ‘n’ Out Burger to all of the guys.

She hears that A. Tourist owned eight cars, “Gosh, is he married?” - her eyes were like stars.

Repeat chorus

Back at the finish we were all chillin’, It’s Down Down time and the hashers were willin’.

The usual crowd of returners was big, Is new boot Mike a Marine in a wig?

Luftswine drank for her 500th mile, and Mongo won’t do it Doggie Style.

She said, “Our sex life has become really phony.” He said, “Don’t complain, I bought you a pony.”

The Hashit is Chum’s, but wait, have you heard? Lipo and So. Baptits just did the M word.

And now that’s over, it’s On On time, That’s the story, all told in rhyme.

So say what you will about this rap, You might think it’s nothin’ but crap.

All in all the trail was nothin’ to dis, And I’m just a bitch with PMS …