Knots

Is it hard? Am i just a lump lard

on your floor, make you trip tomorrow

make you give back what you borrowed,

im not going to stand here and wallow

do you follow? if you don't im strangle,

tangle, wrangle and dangle you from an angle

drain you of your blood,

then unmangle.

Ware you as a bangle

and jangle you to the beat i handle,

eat a mango, and do the the tango

celebrate playing a banjo.

cause im mother fucking Rambo.

With a stockpile of ammo,

ready to take aim, triple gauge,

pull the trigger in rage,

someone should lock me away in a cage,

before i get carried away

and masturbate all over your face.

the doctors say it's a phase..

but i say raid the drugs they stage.

We enter space, and float away

unil im discovered and raised,

return to earth and annihilate

the fuckers who hate.

Plummet and divide, into segments

in each direction, i'll aim my affection,

build the sexual tension and make you want to sit on my erection.

Im so fucking present. I'll unwrap you like a present and

pass you around like a salad dressing.