There's a storm brewin',so I warn humans/ cuz most of them are either more clueless or born stupid/ opposite of well informed, truth is/ when I let loose with this noodle groovin'/ my cock-a'- doodles been cooked like a goose is/ my stitches have all been loosened & my sootchers/ been inserted with spoon ends, I'm shroomin'/ & assumin' by the way you're pupils have quadroopled/ all the kway- loods, shard-in-aye booze/ you've aten' & drankin' from early Thursday a-vin-in' til Friday at 8:10/ p.m. til late then/" What in the Tarnation ,are you tryna' say friend?!"/ all's I'm tryna' say is....I'm feelin' way sick,& I can't deal with, these touchy feel chicks/ who try' in ...reeeeel me in, do ya'll ...feeeeel my then, I'm gettin' real upset/ couldn't comprehend what's the deal ,I bet/ you gettin' peeled like bread/ and sliced like bananas, can you man- udge/ 2 make it back from my cabana?/ backwards, losing track of,the tilted axe-sess/ you wask-illy- wabbits, need your ass kicked/ or take a chill pill & relax-ess/ kick back bitch, this is not an act kids/ I'm shackled to the back of a black fridge/ in a plastic packaged, collapsible mattress/ in the badlands of Iraq with, a handicapped plaque/ a ganny sack full of fat stacks of programmable taxed checks/ almost made it back ,left & got smacked yes/ ....yes I got smacked back ,off of what that black did/ my cataracts been, in contact with Draculas last bit/ washed up to the last rinse, has beens/ feom a slash film in the Hamptons/ bumpin' that rap hit, straight outta Camp- ten/ the last thin, you saw was the gas lit/ abstract colostomy bags, mad shit/ so fashioned to your abdomen it would have to swim in a river of shiver me timbers/ depending on which end yers/ stopped gettin twittered on tenders/ & grinn- ders..." don't you mean grinders!?"- fuckin' dope- a- mean binders/ soaked em in slivers, that were coated with liners/ I'm smokin' alzheimers, with mall-ah- tawv- lighters/ so glad you could anoint us,, with your presence & join us....j-j-j-joinnnn usss...." I'm gettin annoyed with, thus frickin re-toy-did/ middle class little bitches who jus wana piss & destroy us/ while we sit in the sickest whips/ like burgundy bullet riddled ,lifted Tah-koy- musss....my pistons destroyed struts/ snoffin' that toy dust/ lickin' this goys butt---- the fluck you jus say!?!?!? I must say, you gotta alotta nuts, to stay/ clutching to the bumper of her muffins, sure/ you buffed her up & busted in her dumper....
Jumped her , just to toughen her up like thumper, butter cup off that dust yer/ someone that i want to have lunch yer..lunch yerrrr..about to touch dirt when these water guns squirt...mic drop....I'm done.....chirp.....( crickets chirping..) ya heard ...ya. hearddddd???
FlatNasty
