9. Addicted to Sex

Sure i'm harsh, but woman are my fucking kryptonite,

they get hypothesized, i devote and they feed my lies,

donno why, maybe it's my eyes, maybe im just blind,

my ophthalmologists says im fine, well he fucking lied.

So i picked up the a pair of glasses, poked out the lenses,

crushed them in my palms and sprinkled the crumbs in his eyes.

He screamed for a while, so did his hot assistant,

Who i'm sure he'd been frisking across the desk from a distant.

She's backed up in a corner crying so i gave her a visit,

she screams louder as i pull down my zipper rivet

she screams even louder, so i knocker her outa-

this world when i whipped my dick out, no doubt,

she wanted it, in and out of her mouth. "uugh so thick"

In and out her blouse, up skirt, in i plow,

I must have knocked something outa-place, or lose

because one of her eyes fell, rolled and hit my shoe.

"WAKE UP!" Shit i feel a-snooze, shit it's quarter to two,

time to scadoo and pick up my son from the zoo.

What? have you never taken your kid to the zoo?

I left him for a few minutes whilst i fucked this brude,

yes im rude, Yeahh im insane, i like to saw open my own skull,

reveal the brain, poke at it till the lights go dull, then roll,

on the floor, throw a tantrum till someone gives me some coke-

aine, or morphine... I wake up strapped to a bed with Louis Greene,

donno why but he seems pretty relaxed to me, bad... good?

I don't like this scene, all white and clean, so again i'll scream

till someone sets me free, oh... a nurse with lovely curves,

oh... with a syringe... is it for me or him?

cause i don't think i need any more hallucinogens,

my mind is already fucked, i can't count to ten,

one... two... three... four... five... six... six... six...

fuck won't this twitch stop, quick jab me with it!

Ohh ohh... right there... right there... to the left... up up up

down, left, right, square. Cheat code! Kill loads with god mode,

walk through fire with no clothes, too hardcore, got no toes,

yet i can still balance on a tight rope and cock pole volt over hoes,

and land flat like the butted toast you drop every morning on your cat,

leaving it to walk around attracting other cats,

who lick that pussy like shoes to a fucking door mat.

About to explode some egg whites, my whisk broke, oh no...

Rachael Ray's a moaner, her cooking shows have got me a bloating boner

So stoked, could she lick that spoon any slower? Fuck solar i got a motor,

Vrimm vrimm, fuck rowing boat i got my roter cock to keep me a-fucking float,

cause theres a hole in this dingy boat... i pulled the string but nope...

had to blow this shit thing up... my lungs couldn't fucking cope, nope...

so i found a fat lady who sings, tore out her lungs and made a sack to pump.

Her intestines where the tube of which the air flew through, notes blew,

i was stumped... bagpipes out of tune, foot to peddle "THANK FUCK"

this shit is finally blown up, time to paddle off this island of sad fucks.