Shaman on Earth
• Written by BluntedShaman
Blunted Shaman, conjuring amazement,
Sitting getting sober pondering where all of his days went,
Do my felonies in the parking lot of Days Inn,
Single story, no pool, always low payments,
It never took much courage to say this,
Like baby, im plottin on dat anus,
I donate to charities, to attain the rarity,
Of drinking Arbor Mist with you prior to gettin heinous,
She belong to Delta Sigma Theta,
Even met Obama, fucked her personal trainer,
She do her Deep Eddy shots with chasers,
And trade me As on papers for sexual favors,
To the laymen, Shaman seem sedated,
Vics with the pinky up, so sophisticated,
She dates fluff, mostly skinny jeans and fedoras,
And she like, i dig your stuff but im fiendin on a chorus,
She a conformist, huge fan of Drake,
She like why dont you earfuck me?
Cuz hes sizzle, im steak,
Hes the type you marry that fucks his secretary,
And im the type you marry to watch sunsets on the lake,
Im seemin fake cuz i aint brought up your mother,
Its only cuz im nervous that shes right under the covers,
She lazy, always makes me come from up above her,
And andre the giants afraid he might crush her,
This is yet another pervert anthem,
You just dont care because im handsome,
With me my backseat seem like a mansion, its who you with, not where you are, so stop with all the tantrums,
Baby I'm like Shakespeare with chase scenes,
Immortal caesar, shake off blades that would erase me,
My mother told me keep your hands inside your pockets, you bull in a china shop, all you wanna do is break things,
Whatever im just whippin tail, sippin ale,
Take you back 2001, anthrax, sniffin mail,
Lit inhale, vapors and ember trails,
Im dabbed out, waiting, meditatin to become a better male.
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BluntedShaman
Member since August 22 2014