(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 tube..This ain't no serenade, 4 you 2 cherish babe/a song 4 us 2 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..& away....flyy..flyyy awaay...my lil action figure doll princess of Persia/dough-juhh,cat..here kitty litter cat....can you not scratch......please no scratch...(Bridge)...just this once my kitty cat, gimmy dat..dat..dat...sassss...Dat sass-per-ella...that sassy...drivers license, class B....laffy taffy on caffeine...on the back streets....boy...on the back streets...in sink...old..kids on the block , little girl & boy bands....." so until next time...ladies & gents....thank you for attending the show".... I'm jus sayin' though,flatter day saints..A.K.A. ...flat nasty....that sassy....super duper classy. If you ask me..or if you happen to pass Jackie/ you can't miss her, she's gotta black Bee/-you-tee-tee...a bee-el-aye-see-kay girls booty/ super juicy..couture, so pure/ oh dear, I see no fear of the windshields clear...view, that helps me steer through/ the construction company's weird crew, with beards ,blue/ jeans lookin all unclean, out in the sun please/ I used to be one of them young guns, gee'z..down & hoes up/ all conceieded with her nose up/ in the air, acting like she's a thrown 2 the air/ or air 2 the thrown, spray on my Jordan air cologne/ 4 all the hydrologic switches I might take home/ I like steak bones, with milk shakes, stoned/ fully blown, off that silly home/ grown that got flown, over the plot poem/ whatchyou twots knowin' / bout' that blown spot, gun shots ,got my spot hot yo & / it wasn't known dam..now it's black snake moan/ greater than the 8th wonder of the Superior Lakes sown/ up like the chrome brushed, twenty two inch rollin' tough/ for columbine we get to go bowl just/ this one last time, as our lives flash by/ in a trance ,high...black skinned so my twin split personality could know the reality of bein' that token black guy/ this dope is that prime, people be goin' out/try, a little puff if you got the time 2 miss the cut/ as I pinched your butt, busted a big ol' nut / in your pretty cunt, playin' fisty cuffs/ with 50 sluts who all sing along to 50's stuff/ that even hippy's bump, many many many men that love/ 2 get rich or die trying, 2 inspire fire & lightning 2 ignite the right wing/ leftists..who seck this, precks dick/ no disrespect it's obvious now beyond question / that I've got turrets & it sweats,,outa my pores
FlatNasty
