Can You Drive Me Home
Dude my car just blew up
The dang fire killed my pup
I'm tired of my junk car
I might go kill myself in the bar
I went to a phone booth
I decided to make out with my tooth
I tried to make a call
But it was broke so I sold it to a mall
I need to get my car fixed
But I cut my arm, so now I need to go get it stitched
I was walking till someone stopped beside me
He flipped me off and then hit into a tree
I laughed at him and he got out of his vehicle
He then grabbed me by the throat and stabbed me with a nickel
Just when i thought it couldn't get any worse
I bought myself a purse
I saw a cop so i went up to him
I asked if he could drive me home
He laughed and asked if I need a trim
I said no but he still gave me a comb
I then just killed the cop and stole his car
I could have walked home it wasn't even that far
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