Huh, just a friend...

He's just a friend/ what a sucker I must've been/ guess that's just the game/ I'm just in vengeance as a craving// FUCK revenge/ and I ain't gonna sit up to my nuts in rust-colored sentiment just ahead in a den of this bitch's "maybe"s////

Sigourney Weaver already beat you here/ She said the best way/ is to hit the nest, and lay flames to the face-huggers, eggs, and babies// I'm the great white hope/ and a black sheep/ so here's the grey meat/ No matter what the day brings, I ain't resigned to daydreams////I make things happen/ but proper pacing is a trial/ There's someone else who make me melt when she say my name or she smile/ Fuckin' hell, I ain't been this sexually frustrated in awhile/ Hte Proclaimers nailed it/ baby-girl got me havering left and right////With one rope inside of my body/ 8 generations in time/and the length of which you could lay down and walk in 500 miles// Forever "dope" inside my body/ for even when I get clean, sure I'm a goofball, dork, and putz, grabbing these nuts--know what I mean, Verne?//// "Please, sir, don't do anything crazy-- put your dick away!" "Shut the fuck up, Larry Flynt, gimme yo shit, 'ere there'll be jizz to pay// These are the types of scenes and scenarios that I worry-- I get SCARY bro/(comfy? There you go)/ Goddamn if these palms aren't hairy though////

(interlude)

15 months of changes that saved my life/ how'd I get there?/ Guess it begins with a Brown stain on my record (piece of shit)/ And a violent Irish-Mexican chili pepper/ and my extracurricular interest engineering the best Smith and Wesson suppressor//// "What up Rocket, you still make those things? Cuz' see I got my Glock here, bro" "Who's Rocket?" "You" His partner goes, "We forgot to actually talk to him, though"// "That's Henry, I'm Gustavo/ Do you get me?" "Dog, I know what's up, but how come I'm the only one whose new name is an object, yo?"

"Your product is as complex as explosive as a bomb gets, and you know this. You know a lot of shit--ergo you're Rocket"