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Now the party didn't start till I walked in
And I probably won't leave before the thing ends
But in the meantime, the in between time
You go for yours, I'll go for mine
Now I don't mind you ignoring me no mo'
Like a fully clothed ho at the beach show
Eyes on squint, I call it Chinese tint
It ain't about a bitch, my life is a cinch
Your boy Luke sick is half retarded
Other half smart enough to know it don't matter
Care less about face when the ass like plum cake
Head that's longer than 5 minutes to lunch break
High stilt hurdler, fly milk curdler
Fry burglar selling fake sheets at the Phish concert
I'm in the kitchen, K cup filling
Sucker MC battling, got his girl gigglin'
I jelly bean crushed him, he got embarrassed
Stole her see through shoes and jacked her fuckin' carriage
Now it's 10 to 12 and she ain't got time
I said in 10 minutes baby cool, I only need 9
It was push and shove, in the bush with a glove
It was soaked and snug, then the jig was up
The spell wore off so I had to diss her
Made an amateur flick with the evil step sister
Party to party, I manage cause I travel with no baggage
Unless you count her nagging, in that case I'm dragging
Otherwise, I strive to be forever wise
Lies I stay deaf to but my eyes hear the silent cries
Deranged plane to take out planes from poets
Those who double over moaning, pain is appropriate
No longer wait for the fake to make me known
Started off drunk and whore, ended up sad and lone
Little did you realize I don't want to get hired
Tired out of touch, use my couch as a crutch
Much mini-mall as Mudd and tried truck stop lifestyle
Pile on predictions, apocalyptic visions
Ain't it splendid, your whole life seems pretended
The world spins thin when you're raised by the television
A tisket, a tasket, a condom or a casket
Drastic measures taking all the pleasure that I'm faking
Aching for the skank smoke, bouncing my bank note
Blatantly gross, chapped lips and canker sores
Pails, pots and pans and a bottle on the kitchen floor
Hand the wooden spoon to the toddler and press record
A poem's just a poem, a record's just a record
A kiss is just a kiss when the sex is misdirected
We're so far from love and so close to hell
Thought you couldn't catch up but you were chasing your tail
I try to freshen it up, but it's old and stale
I teach a lesson in luck when you're born to fail
I'm a knee scavenger, a hood sack passenger
Unplug your life support and disconnect your catheter
I know you wear Depends undergarments, it's not pretend
Your girl's vibing on it at the champagne brunch
French toast, eggs benedict, or Garcia Vega
Top shelf margaritas, I feed ya pinballs till your windpipe's clogged
Get your fingers out my catalog, your style's sour eggnog
Please cease perusing my inventory
Before your crew's singing blues in the mortuary
I leave thoughts on the windshield like John Davis getting justice
To the butt naked bear rug chick I sip suds with
Sniff thirst with, her whole kid is so bugged to me
Infomercials for my lyrical cutlery
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