Pain As a Hobby Vii

Waiting every (2) weeks for this paycheck to be direct deposited Makes the time fly All the bill collectors got their palms out waiting for their cut Or we going to have to report you Mr. Moreland to Transunion and the other two bureaus Not even worth mentioning I got more month left Than my money supply But I still manage to pay my tithes I know my blessings are raining down Pressed down, shaken up and running over Filled to the brim Read it in Malachi for yourself Heaven, what I named my daughter after How she got here was divine Daddy going to teach you everything you need to know, love Keep your legs closed Only open them when I hand you over And you’ll do fine Looking at what Harry has in his pot Breaking myself against God’s final commandment The lyrics are too hot to touch Steaming and boiling I’ll tell you what’s under the pot You should commend me for not doing what I ought to I should be quoted more than Shakespeare…Hogwash O thou Juliet you didn’t make it into Juilliard I’m a wizard don’t need an apprentice I make fools disappear Foolish to think you can get rid of me I’m going to haunt you when I’m gone This magic potion I’m brewing is like a ransom note if I don’t return. O, Tavarus I’m done with you I can take my own eyes out and look at myself I’m going by Morriel, my middle name now You keep doing it again I’m in my lane and it’s my highway you’re driving on So pay me $1.00 everytime you pass by Call me a non-dotter I run over periods The sentences can’t hold me I’m transforming the English language Maximums can’t save you Poof, est alle