Lyrics

It all starts with my crew, more reel than the news. Having thoughts with no clue, on what it is, jerked up a sweat like jizz, flat soda, no fizz. Come on kids it pays to learn haphazardly skills which are safer then pills but fuck it, imma make ducketts faster then Kirby Puckett, pluck it, behind the ear like that straight eye for the queer, gallon of beer making me see double, kinda like the Hubble, lost in space 20 miles from earth like Anne Hathes bottle of bear mace, it’s not a race. Enjoy the taste, of these words like shoe leather, wether, your gonna untie to watch the rye go bye bye. I’m fly. Like that front page cologne ad guy. We all die, some trying, others buying, things, you ding a ling what I’m trying to sing, makes no sense like birds with one wing or a bee sting on your Johnson and Johnson with 18 wives like Larry king, not one a queen, they all mean, recollecting their lives were wasted like stone washed jeans. My shit is mean, something like a gene getting splice by two blind mice and words written on rice by a Chinese dude with head lice. Shwimp fwied wice, a double barrel device for shooting dice down the block like gangs bored every night. Sucka MC’s can all eat a dick, hop on cock like lim er ricks, dancing on a pole for ones doing tricks, skipping bricks, off your car while you sitting in the bar singing karaoke with Rosanne Barr. Your life is crazy, glasses fogged up, the best you can see is like Roadhouse, Swayze, your gay see, your first memory is two men in powerwheels coppin feels on there bananas, pulling peels. It seems unreal but your right where you wanted to be, on a Ferris wheel. Squealing like a girl , it ain’t fair to me to see the level of constipation from vibrations in your anus From your new friend Amos. I’m nameless and famous , you couldn’t contain this if you owned the CDC And the United Nations. Brainless, suckin stems like licorice, your breath it kicks, like the back of a bull full of shit. You’ll get your Whig split doing double dips with a chip that’s been on your lips like a nipple from a tit. Ridiculous. I can’t sit without taking a shit, and then I spit, lyrics from another planet, if you had a million light years you couldn’t plan it, damnit Janet with your high heels planted deep in the dirt, if you try to react you get your motherfucking feelings hurt. Burt skirt McShirt, having a flirt, eating dessert, having a squirt. Finally realizing you’re a jerk, mate, 8 kids a paycheck plus Kate, no time for that hate. You couldn’t contemplate a thanksgiving plate with all stuffing and no spork, your dads a dork, he dresses like Mork, nanu nanu, who brought you a fucking stork? It’s right about the time to end this rhyme and consider doing better things with my time, this should be a crime. Vocabulary worse then midgets juggling limes for child support and then extort, their baby moms like rape babies, abort, abort!