Are you bloody or buddy?
A virgin fuddy dutty, or something
About Cameron diazs bubbly
Boobies, sagging now Im gettin old.
Too old for the movies.
Bragging on how I finished my taxes with thick faxes and six packs it’s a bit whack this, in this life we sit back adapt and crack fits when gossip gets trailed like dog shit and sacrilege and that’s the shit that keeps me up at night with a bowl pressed to my lips, and an adderall on speed dial, compulsive,
Professionally I’m a bit Dutch,
Emotionally I’m a bit much,
Promotionally, I’m a big butch,
That’s a heads up to everyone that thought I said a fig bush,
Instead of admitting that I got a sick crush,
On the titties in your possession.
Come On ride the train and form a procession,
Everybody dance now, my cadence will be your lesson,
I’m naughty by nature with my OCD and ought to be mature but my ADD, interferes with me, being a fixture in your five year plan, I’m down with opp on the other hand. I’m down with pussy, but I mostly mean Little Man, that’s my cats pseudonym, annnnnd, if you knew him man, you’d know the only chiller pussy is nonexist-ant
If you judge me it’ll only get ugly, call me small when you shove me, yet fuck me like you love me, and suck me like I’m refreshment in the sarenghetti, replenishment for your levy, call me New Orleans cause I need a saint already. Could have been an abortion if my mom didnt let me hatch, straight from the cabbage patch, the savage batch of ravaged paths that lead to the fork In the road, I’m a dork on the commode in my humble abode grumbling while struggling to shit a fumble but the bumble of bees to the hive, has come to a rumble strip, stumble, fix the way you’re walking, madness is talking stop
Buying shit you don’t need
Fucking people you don’t want
Smoke weed light a blunt
Do what you want
But if I roll you up and inhale don’t treAt me like a fugative, figuratively I’m triggerrly happy, I’m tigger you’re the rabbit bitchin at me. Ambiguous by habit ask me, would I rather hop or graze, stop to fuck or be awed and amazed that your indiscretions with the carpenters wood got us all dazed. I can’t get married cause you fucked the universe? Jesus was never buried because in what verse did it say “and Mary had a little lamb that followed her to school one day until she came out as gay, so he sheared himself and ran away. Cause god said I could fuck a tree but not smoke it, and I could have a chicken as long as I didn’t choke it, and an insatiable desire to admire the labia but never poke it. What kind of world are we living in? Time to soak it in gasoline eat amphetamine and ketamine and jump on the trampoline of chaos while we still have our Pristine osh gosh bi goshes, all these people wearing lower case ts think they know where the cross is, it’s no mystery I just wanna know where the thought is.