I'm about to fly off the handle/ of the candle holder when it's not around for the fans pour/-ing into this here arena, storming/ with no prior lower or higher, desire to inquire into my entire/ life,& everything I happen to hold dear to me/ over the years I see, with my own ears I be/ over hearin' other normal appearing , to be formal & abnormal, men that conform thru the imports you, sport to, despite all the right, times you thought that abortion was what you had to resort to...I'm being tortured & tormented if I can no longer support you/ in financial court dues/ just to make you more confused / I'm the one who always opened them doors for you/ every restraunt, I would order you ,to eat more than a short order or just ignore her...yeahhh...iggg- nore- her...( she's invisible) Sooooo invisible, one nation under masonic lodge/ indivisible, intrinsical ,like I said from the very begin-nin-ning,,still// yeahhh we jus gettin' STARTED...don't be retarded, I'm jus quoting an artist/ who's smoking the harvest/ growing the hardest, wind blowing from far west/ seen her in hind site,wasnt so far fetched/ I met her at the bar at Carl's Jr. on Car Quest/ Doing his darn best ,to not see stars next/ got hit by a car ...text/- ing is killing these little kids like Columbines Sandy Hook. Dam it crooks/ wana eat my sandwich looks, I'm famished toots/ speaking impeccable Grammer, looks....(.CHORUS) This..this is the chorus, the coriolis/ the storm we smoldered, resting on Laurel's/ suggestions of swole birds,infested in gold burgs...Gold berrrrrrgggsss...and them....BUILDER-BURGS..too- (END CHORUS)-- (OUTRO).. So I hope. .I hope ...I do....sure hope that when your bein' provoked / 2 lay low ,cuz you done smoked yer hay- low/ no ..no...i aint no lame ho...mama..wana...smoke........baby.baby....yer my over dose....my holy...my holy, guacamole-and cann-olee..."DONT FORGET THE CANOLI's" pocket fulla pose-ee's...ashes...of calabasis, after they surpassed its ass & hi jacked its tractor / hi jokes & laughter, as your ass were, hangin from the rafters,....no happily ever afters...no damm yer ...so entitled as you misquote your idols/yes...i said...i said ..idols. .(billy), .Its the number one draft in a pinch pick, the lunch pin/ Mister, "who stole Christmas ah-fuckin'-ginn...gin...again..begin again....old man named. Michael Jay fox, finnagain...somethin...somethjn....whiskers on his chin again ...son of a bitch. ..CUT the script..CUT..snip..snip....CUT the shit....shit...CUT..-- in the paper of this played flick....the...the...the...THE MAY TRICKS...coming on may 5th ....hit the breaks....hit the breaks kid .....ladies and gents....can I have a round of applause.........2nd round. 2nd rounds on me....baby.....on me ...( so until next time...) next time.....so...until next time...next time ..
FlatNasty
