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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Soak in the palmolive snake oil tonic. The cool stalk of my ebonics on hydroponics. Get stuck in the matrix of my convicts, of hooker phonics. Get high off of my knock off water on the brain hydropunkicks. . I would sell out my Mother for a few bucks. Trash the crackers who are buying my tracks, malign the system that supplies such gratis extravagance. Don't give two s. Nag like a beach about the glue on my sticky bandit handkerchief while collecting all the stuff Sung funky: And all the while, got you lined up single dial Got you cutting off old lady's in the streets Have you dancing like a sycophile Teaching kids twerks like a pedophile Have you thinking like a homocidal marion netted on their string Got you cutting off old lady's in the streets Have you dancing like a sycophile Teaching kids twerks like a pedophile Have you thinking like a homicidal Bad Boy Jones on a beat Without playing a Gooddamn thing, without knowing how to sing, though I can still be an artist or even Holiday Inn Express guest, but you pay for me to only drink Krystolle and stay at five stars accomodatings while you struggle to make ends meet at best. Well, I guess you got your eyes starstruck in idol worship, like I was Apollo or in your muse sick I play one on tv I belong at Connes music festival or devoidway. You got me on the Billboard, the jumbotron, confused for artist who plays music, you got played, an actual musician, please a con artist playing gang lead, I like the sound of that, though I am tone deaf and illiterate and my stupidity could make your ears bleed Chorus: And all the while got you lined up rank and file, under idiot of an apocalyptic idiocracy, just a big mouth fool in a driveby limo in dixie lane, carpooling fame a highway star trucker or Crystal Tucker on speed dial talking again Like the mouth of the South meets Central Perk meets the Houthis. Got you 'mancing my desires a devout sycophantasy, hyping you to be the City King, Empire Strikes Black Innerstubing ElCapitain of the yacht your expending my partying Bobbit cock a doodle thinking with your sock, and mind decapitating, not thinking that I don't harmonize a thing So...pretend you're sucking my Bic... pretend you're sucking my Bic ~Sent it to Tom McDonald. Will see what he thinks of it. (Maybe he could use all or part or some idea)
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