Dawn of the disorder/ sad clown/ happy days: background/ passed out/ had to yakk a xanax just now// just wait/ stand down, stand by/ (ain't that 'bout a "proud race"?)/ Ain't that how my dad dies?

Act out.

Not cute; thought 27 was the end/ but talked through gut-rot/ enemy again sendin' a plot to make friends/ fake amends/ 'Bout ready to kill again/

Outrage.

Ain't that 'bout the bad times?

The tap is out.

This is how I live, despite the wishes on a buoy/ "Cast Away"/ Tom Hanks a pedo? This is news to me (so sue me)////

Someone seen Gipetto/ or that cricket in the window? I heard homie's givin' wishes/ Got me some delicious M.O// Never meant to be a boy so genuine/ My dick fiendin' to get wet/ Could you make it into wood, please?/ I just need a spell.

Zoltar, make her big/(Tinker Bell)/ Kill Pete/ Don't seduce her/ (No need)/ Let my music make her do me////

Cryptozoologists get me/ They always tell me when screwin' a pixie, condoms are bollocks, because there's magic in the coochie...

My dick is giant, she's tiny/ Make her proportionate too, please...

Had it up to here with the chuffa (not the man/ I mean the fluff that makes the days up/ rough up who I can/ fuck the pain/ I wanna taste blood// Toothless as it is/ and I know it makes a difference/ The Barber is still in business/ that's the only time when "trim" is in the cards////

And that "MVP"'s deceiving/ I dunno why I believed that it was chill to drop my zipper/ Clippers ain't within a typical stripper's typical arsenal/ Minnesota sippin' a pop consistin' of Phenobarbital////

This is how it go down when you tryna find the discipline/ to be a man/ regardin' cats who didn't give a shit at all//

Mission bout' to blow up on the low/(don't tell; keep it to yourself)/ If Sweden calls just tell em' I don't know em'/

They would do the same if the Louboutin--that's to say-- the Jimmy Choo was on the other plaything for the new cabal...