store it up store it up
i’ll get your signature
zillion dollars, swedish wires
the swiss were too impure

bore your pup, bore your pup
dog need eye rest
scrub his cup scrub his cup
he ate my rabbit’s chest

shore it up shore it up
my mortal foe’s support
see me as i just can’t do
i mumble slayed retort

whore me shut whore me shut
your blue squeaky door
no guests have made entrance yet
but yes ive licked my hard good floor

stem is in my sack
i’ve got a seed or too
its plastic but im down with gunny
no twin just jump + lose

ive got less weed than clone
by factors max wont swathe
if i smoke the stem more fast
i can inhale my broth

by that i mean my breath
it is a human plus
sobriety + death
brand me on public bus

ill drop my looms fruit-fast
they’re tight but thighs got shake
i pissed but in the past
fluids for frogs and fakes

fire build between the seats
your embers spark so hard
cant smell but hear the singe
i say im blessed not marred

thank uu thank uu
for my new tattoo
my alphanumeric a$$
makes me me and not uu

thank uu thank uu
for my new tattoo
my alphanumeric a$$
makes me me and not uu

all my dollars signed, all my dollars signed
pen on every penny ink on every five
celebrate my finds meeting morbid minds
they kiss all the screens they’ve been quite unkind

selling off their scribs, i want baby bibs
lobster’s mine one day, butter in my cribs
rasta aint my way, i need nashville rates
all from meeting mates, playing paper plates

do you dig this jam, tends to make me spam
baphomet’s my boo, once we body slammed
hogan can you hear, is your o now near
shoot it on the couch, not the futon grouch

climbing up the coast, towards my tenure toast
college knows my name, like olympic flame
running through the sand, who will hold my hand
water bottle full, like my dainty soul

geriatric goals, have to hit some holes
golf is not my game but i’m not to blame
divots pave my trail, and i’m still paid scale
plaid and baggy pants, make my caddy dance

trace my temp to tracksuit trunks
i was jordan but i din’t do dunks
never got the ball: that’s the coach’s call
true i’m thin and tall; mosey at the mall

bought a mag to pass the sit,
felt that it was worth it
nary a zit
creme must be their special tool
i had hand in school
now i’ve got a jumpy stump
play back beat it thumps
cook my ears until i net a hook
thats my page your book

all i want to do is eat: but mine’s the only seat
buffers lay the ropes that glow; holes in my pantyhose
hoping for champagne in shoes; leather’s my only booze
glad you won that large award; i’ve seen you with a sword

to fence is to flirtate with blends
both your epees extend
squat or else the ceiling shines
windows xp landmines

they clap you have to hate the meet
the way their hands go greet
friction instant straw and loud
no cannado in crowd

service after stretch
its like an etch a sketch
paying for their popcorn too
throw in buckets of brew

now they’re swilling strong
not a thing is wrong
all forgot about the flesh
you pierced his epithet

blood on gymnasium floor
and yet they still want more
take a moment with your towel
it’s now your talking owl

listen for a number stool
your pigeon can’t play pool
sweat will make it wet and ripe
you’re not the benchpress type

toss that center
toss that center
toss that center

toss that scent across the room
now diabetic’s tomb
you sent her over the edge
thats what the sites alleged

now you owe her casket rent
that’s sports cards you just spent
bend until you feel the loss
it’s subpar who’s the boss
season 1, season 2, season 3, season fifty-free

but luckily uu have that completely full bottle of water