‘Birthdays were the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we’re thirstay’
‘Ghost/Toast/Most’, obviously
More please!
‘Birthdays were the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we’re thirstay’
‘Ghost/Toast/Most’, obviously
More please!
Down the hall / cannonball
Alone / phone
Soul / hole
Sarcophagus
Oesophagus
I hate that so much
Hold the cold one like he hold a old gun
Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun
Or a foe for ransom, flows is handsome
O’s in tandem, anthem, random tantrum
Dismal / Pepto-Bismol
It’s 9 o clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There’s an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin.
For crying out loud my style is wild so book me,
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abacadabra all the sadder
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he
Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one can’t be, mad
Masses / masses
Paradise / Very nice
Hens love roosters
Geese love ganders
Everyone else loves Ned Flanders
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can’t deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, want to pull up tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she’s wearing
I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit’cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes (me so horny)
Her stories are boring and stuff
Shes always calling my bluff
I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met
Who could appreciate George Bataille
Standing at a Swedish festival discussing “Story of the Eye”
So you can gon’ and make them lies, but I’m so sanctified
I don’t sweat it, wipe my forehead with a handkerchief
Postman Pat, Postman Pat,
Postman Pat and his black and white cat,
Either
We have ways of making you think
We have ways of making you think
We have ways of making you think
We have ways of making you think
We have ways of making you think
They told me over a drink
or
Tonsillitis was my alibi
Truancy was my vocat-io-n