The Conman Ate, Two Plates of Ty

mental mind of the slipping kind you been trip-en so divine here in your sick little willful hive you've been acting so unkind just to rap your hands around my swishy, dishy, hip lyrics here its driven you to find me to be of the simple mind but have no fear i see you clear you are of the criminal kind and would like it if i wrote you the greatest of designs but this is no because i don't want to be a music hoe so take a hike and find some one who want to write