[Intro] 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 mug of blue berry shake, by a scarey way/-tress, or waiter scrapin' by, barely make/-in it, back achin' with every bacon bit/syrup in pan-cakes dipped & lets get away quick..but the best fix ,4 my ex chick when sex gets ,to havin' is harder than heck, dam, gimmy some-thing.
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 is that just cheap? Why don't you love me?... I'm suddenly drug free... "Serious!?".. well , i was three,.. months ago, & still puff tree's & blazin' so much weed..
[Chorus] So you wanted a chorus that looked a gift horse/ bit the hand that feeds it , 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..
[Verse] 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,2 have even been born yet/ it's early in the morning, bet/ woke up on the wrong side of 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 symptom/ death wish is what you missin', adjust the mission/ how many less or more 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, gimmy dat..dat..dat...sassss...Dat sasperella, ella..ella, alla ,aye, aye...
[Bridge] Even though we've said gooooodbye.. too many times to count/ you can count on me 2 come around on 3..two.. one...
[Verse] ..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..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
[Outro] so pump up the jam....pump it up...a little more...get yer hoody who-dee?..& yer booty- on the blue tooth blowfish..go fish-fishin' on the dance floor, tonight...make my day...go ahead, what...Tom Petty keeps their heads ringin'....ring'a..ding ..dong even king kong...aint got shit on me..
[Drumroll] Ladies, good evening ,baby.. Goodnight!!!!
FlatNasty
