To start I cut your vocal chord/ like a SoCal Lord, oh lord, The Kid got bored!/ Geezer got gored like Wheezer fuckin' whores/ Chokin' off weed ain't novel no more/ I'm a mansion, your a hovel.. no lower/ Grovel now and I might be merciful/ If not shits gonna get worse 'n fool (full)/ Take off the god damned wool/ Its stuck on your face- I think that shit you smokin's laced/ You must be on crack if you look at me and think attack/ I make people say "OH SHIT!"/ they hear you, say, "Ahh.. shit../ Boy gone loco! Yo ho! Don't even try no mo! QUIT!"/ And for you that might be good advice/ Cause I'll pour gasoline on ya, handy with a light/ To burn off the headlice thats bored into your brain../ Thats what you get when what you say everyone else already been sayin'!/ And everything original is gerigible/ Gargable.. not even repeatable, not speakable/ Not even thinkable.. sinkable with one syllable/ Refillable, common as gas/ Easy to find as in LA when ya lookin' for ass/ Ok, your done, your time has passed../ Its just sad when ya a Geriatric and still gettin' trashed..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sig-
"I wandered around darkened hallways, Lab-rynth, filled with, Blood vessels and plasma, Caught glances of windows- Peeking OUT, exoflective, Invective messages left on my own voice mail.. And by looking out from within?