Aint No Serenade⚘

This ain't no serenade, for you 2 cherish babe/a song for us to get married ,say..in a horse drawn carriage,,great!!/make sure the gold on your ring carrots straight/ it's barely fake, don't get carried away, like an empty glass of blue-berry shake,by a hairy wait/-ress, or waiter scrapin' by, barely make/-in it, back achin' with every bacon bit/syrup in pan-cakes dipped & black cup of coffee, is that how you take it?/ you said it, I wouldna' guessed it/but the best fix,4 my ex chick when Tetch-riss/ becomes her best friend ,time invested in tetch-skrinn/ you mean touch screen, my buds green/ & my lungs clean & I'm hung, see/ I am so hungry,I would like 2 have lunch, we/ can have brunch eat, in the cunt-tree/ we can go Dutch see, or does it seem too much cheap? doesn't mean you don't love me?/ I'm suddenly drug free/ "Serious!?" well , i was 3,.. months ago, & still puff tree's & blazin' so much weed..(Chorus) So you wanted a chorus that coulda' stole the whole horse/ coulda trolled the whole courts, & remolded a souls corpse/ in a stole porsch, that rolled, morphed/ to the earth's poles, torched/ & burned up the whole north/ pole & it's coal source, & throw them hoes off course, til they stand up demanding an encore /either you lost or..believe you soft core..but neither of you lost more..then the soft- more's... at Sandy Hook/ the actors look, almost believable...if you're in a coma,,,with breathing tubes....(Chorus) Good evening dude, This is the evening news/ that you believe 2 choose, you pee-on nubes/ you're over heatin' like what free-ons used/ 4 inside a used car, it was new far/ too long ago to have even been born yet/ it's early in the morning, bet/ the hornets nest/ the judges like " you was outta order, get"- that Lil mother- frick'n son of a bitch's Dicken's & crap/ bullshittin' if it's crippin',set trippin' on a sympton/ death wish is what you missin', adjust the mission/ duck, or just run a muck in prison/ how many more or less fuxx is give-in....fuckk ..fucks is give-in/ if you can't adjust yo' livin', then just get bitten...just this once my kitten....my kitty cat, gimme dat....dat..dat...sassss...Dat sass-per-ella...sass...sasparella......( Outro) Even though we've said goodbye too many times to count/ you can count on me to come around on three/ ...two, one...I'm back unscrewin' the screws spun/ I'm on the loose ,off the noose of Newsom/ Gavins gruesome, on the news some/ times, cuz times...time..time..keeps on tick'n,,tick'n...my crips n'/ blood hounds, wanna come down & run round/ pull yer guns out & jump out/ get that mossberg 12 gauge pump out/ so pump up the jam....pump it up...a little more...get yer hoody..and the blue tooth blowfish...on the floor , tonight...make my day...go ahead, what....head hunters with led dumps/ breakin' bread crumbs in Bedlum/ makin heads spun with red rum....keep their heads ringin'....ring-a...ding ding...dong!!.. Asta LA Vista...baby...ladies, good eve- Ning, GOODnite-

(Chorus) So you wanted a chorus that looked a gift horse/ before the carriage, off the wagon, in the saddle/ in a stole porsch, that rolled forth/ to the earth's fake globe, torched/& burned up the whole north/ pole & it's coal source, & throw them hoes off course, til they stand up demanding an encore /either you lost or, your porns soft core..but neither of you lost more..than the soft- more's... at Sandy Hook/ the actors look, almost believable...if you're in a coma,,,with breathing tubes...This ain't no serenade, for you 2 cherish babe/a song for us to get married ,say..in a horse drawn carriage,,great!!/make sure the gold on your ring carrots straight/ it's barely fake, don't get carried away,....up up ....uuuup....and away....flyyyyy ...flyyy awaaaay...my lil action figure doll princess of Persia....dough-juhh...cat...here kittyyyy...my little kitty litter cat....can you not scratch...this is all i ask....please no scratch...(High Tempo Ending)...just this once my kitten....my kitty cat, gimmy dat..dat..dat...sassss...Dat sass-per-ella..dat..sasparella....that sassy...drivers license, class B....laffy taffy on caffeine...on the back streets....boy...on the back streets...in sink....kids on the block , little girl and boy band....." so until next time...ladies & gents....thank you for attending the show".... I'm jus sayin' though....flatter day saints....aka...flat nasty....that sassy...sassy...super duper classy , if you ask me.....sassssss....perrrr...elllllaaaaa...ella...ella...aye, aye, aye....under my sass-per-ella...ellaaa...ellaaa...aye aye...my sass-per-ella...