Shake It

Shake it,

Break it,

Weight it,

Insufflate it,

Then make an ounce,

 

That pussy a big cat, and all I do is licks that,

click, clap, sound of my... Lips smack,

Tastes good, you hate, well good,

gays should, only babes are made to take wood,

here's a hook, left, right and bamn - brains mush,

I don't write, nor make books,

na, I'm ill, gotta play crook,

like a babe, getting mamed in the wood,

by five or six viscious wolves,

rip it's liver and gizzards good,

if your shook go and look at a cooks foot and put it in your soot,

 

If you ain't guessed, I ain't on my A best,

ergo, I ain't fazed if it don't make sense,

I'm pretty much inebriated way bad,

of plain red, yes wine,

break the necks of swine,

because I hate pigs and their blue and red lights,

like the romans towards Jesus in the passion of the Christ,

and y'all some facist dikes, fack it, I know I'll probably land in strife,

from the drunking shit I write...

No spell check, and so if yo felt it...

damn, we both must be hell bent,

ex dee again,

damn look at the instrument,

-al,

booty shaking tectonic plates and all,

okay this concludes my rambling for tonight,

I'm about to pass out in...

three,

two,

one...

bye, xD