Prompt / Lyrics
We are NOT out of the woods, But we can see through the forest, Just like we are a lost person, Even a tourist... We have stumbled along, While singing a song, Wearing a thong, Indian underwear, Part of a throng, Some say I do NOT care... Feeling like a felon, Shoes they be smelling... Getting ready for sailing, The coasts they know me... The salt between my toes, Keeping my nose clean, I try NOT to be mean, Things are a little obscene... Living the nightmare and NOT the dream, But that is what it takes to actually make things come true... One who doesn't know me, Would be my trophy, Yet might one day Bestow me, Because I love her like you... You could kill me I would kill you, Would twenty paces seem to give you? Enough space to find your grace? My bullets still will transcend you, Or would you have me hold a simple iron, Instead of the pistol I would be firing? Lashing, thrashing, trashing your jacket, Like as if I was a basket case, Laced, traced, jaded because you or she hated me. Lost somewhat in this sort of tragedy, I could be making All of this shit up, Then when we throw our hands up, We say, "what the fuck?" What's up? Trucker... Mother fucker... From another mother... I shudder... Did NOT stutter.... Yet wonder about this blunder.... I slumber but in a dream, I think on crank but NOT on cream, I stank the last place I have been, I outdid your last race times ten, I killed the chicken and the hen. To put dinner on the table again. I found your one last lick lost, I told you what it really cost. I know I ain't your boss, Still, I know that I ain't lost, You seem like you need some socks, And I still need Missy Fox, She surely rocks ... If in the forest, How would we adore this? I would abhore it... Forlorn it... Before putting myself before it...
Tags
rap, rock, metal, hard rock, industrial, industrial metal, electro-industrial, industrial rock, latin jazz, jazz
Duration
3:21
Instrumental
No
Created
4/6/2026