Cow ward

You might wanna call an insane asylum.

 

He's so big, yeah he's so big and fat

Wait, that wasn't clever, neither was that

Okay I'll make my lines better,

He's a fucking cow,

That wasn't a metaphor,

That was the truth out loud

Yeah I be spitting these rhymes like I ain't got time

For the motherfuckin' bullshit he pulls on behind

me, but I really just gotta fake and play it blindly,

I'll be milking his udders pretending to regard him highly,

When I'm really thinking of the milk that he produces nightly,

And how I'll squirt it in his drink just like the fucking lively,

Future kids he'll breed oh save me mighty,

Do me a favour and kill him sublimely.