Im'a spit a riddle, as I fiddle with this dribble/ mentally spent everything I had on being sentimental/the way I see it breaking off from getting brittle / making off with the waffles and the griddle/ my life is like a movie but I ain't Malcom in the middle/ soaring like a falcon in the river pickin' out the skittles/ gettin out the slivers, shiverin' timbers / workin' for nissan,deliverin' sentra's/ livin' just a little developing interest/ been up on Pinterest, been up on twitter/ been up inside from the back that you like me to enter/ been on the losing side and been on the winners/ for a couple of summers and bunch of them winters/ when it came to attention I ventured in centers/ all the tension it brought from Ellen de-jenner/isss, pockets went from fat now they gettin' skinner/ like the Simpsons principal but this ain't animation/ livin life like it was all a vacation/ after it all fell away ,what could I say to the remainin' / friends I had left ,they were the greatest/ even though we hate to admit it or even say it/ but it's only plain as day that we trapped in the matrix/ born on the floor boards of a train hitch / she was an ordained gift that I let get away shit/ if I could go back I wouldn't hesitate its/ a no brainer, but I just had no game then/ but at least we avoided the restrainin/ order ,cuz that would've been more than a retainer/ hiring lawyers who only wanna bang her/ and leave me out to dry tied to a hanger/ I try to dissipate this anger, and pain fer/ all the times I felt like the stranger/ it's danger,danger ,power ranger / no complaints gir-- elll/ you was off the chain sure,but also an angel/ now I'm left looking at life from a whole new angle....look look lookin at my life.....from a whole new angle.....................This isnt the chorus/ choked and horace and my throat is soarest ...My souls devor-issed/ fantasy but actually tracked you to the Forrest/ and grabbed you and got back handed like Chuck norris/ This ain't the fuckin' chorus/ huffing paint and all deplorable / you're callin me a whore that pulls/ a horny bull/ fleece shorn and wool/ being torn and pulled/ to the brink and corner you pulled/ up at, like you was a tuff cat/ sike ,you was a bum cracked/ put of his lungs flat/ over a bump patch/ been totally sober and hunched back/ drunk and puffin til my lungs black / sharper than a thumb tac/ run it back til yer stomachs flat/
FlatNasty
