Apr 09, 2007 17:39
You's walkin' in a trap,
With broken glass in thumb
And toenail scratches too -
'Front Romans, funky shoes
So God gets put on hold.
And Drumbeats wants to join,
The Fetus Whisperer too,
Rapunzel's stayin' high,
And Cheese is out at Mom's,
So that we're all alone.
Superb, my boy, superb -
No ost-yo-po-sis here -
Calcium for boners,
And souper salads, sure -
You're busted sneakin' lube.
Bed don't squeak? Don't think so -
Tell them neighbors sorry.
Got blue/green eyes rolled back,
Just back, M. Booty go,
Got three six hours to beat.