LYRICS
sLiMebALL driVeBye
Raised in a small town where
guys and gals
tossed they’re private parts
around
like a hot potato
when the music stopped
everybody
got TWAT
hop scotch to the crotch
shot
rock the shot spot
toss the
cumquat to your crew
what you
gonna do
with the cockatoo round your
neck like a necklace
girls boys check this one
off your check list
been done did that miss
match maker
make me a wish find me a
find
I wanna find a real
deep-dish
bass with a bass line
take my no matter which
state of mind I’m in
slime ball wheels grindin’
stealing kisses from the
concrete
walkin’ like a zombie to a
bomb beat
bombin’ hills built to spill
what’s your hobbie
drama abercrombie’s
bitch pays the big bucks
what’s up with the real
chucks
dvs kicks it with finesse on
my indie trucks
like a monster with
Frankenstein posture off 64th and foster.
“I’ve got the mic in the
right and the beer in the left
Bad breath in the mouth and
the south in the step
I’ve got the mic in the
right and the beer in the left
Bad breath in the mouth and
the south in the step”
Cats with
their felonies
portland with the melodies
pabst blue ribbon be give my
belly be
stuffed from the
carbohydrates irate
my date and I migrated from
the east to the
west-side northwest of the
southeast
to the southeast of the
northwest
on a quest for change some
people think I’m strange
for leaving gainesville
caught in the scene
I mean I need a pain pill
down with the indo up with
the window
top notch hot box pop rocks
bimbos
in the closet with the fat
deposit
corset on my foreheaded
forehead I’m a hobbit
get around like frodo oh no
goin on tour through you
town with a go go
dancer named shaqueeta hot
like a heater
chicken headed clown with a
pound of reefer
bumbin to the sound of the
boom box speaker
peter you know you wanna
meet her
“I’ve got the mic in the
right and the beer in the left
Bad breath in the mouth and
the south in the step
I’ve got the mic in the
right and the beer in the left
Bad breath in the mouth and
the south in the step”
I come from the land of coochie
oooh she’s wearing
daisy-dukes she’s a hoochie
tanning bed groopie don’t
sue me miss beauty
gob your eyes with dies and
guys slide you roofies
I’m a goofy foot
on my way to West-Lynn best
when dryness
soakin’ up my eyelids
excited brightness
beaming through the skies
highness
slashes sounding like
crashes and violence
old school stylist
cutting up the creet like a
beat
cut up by a deejay
we stay in the deep end
creeping faster than the
freeway
pumpin’ corners everyday
“I’ve got the mic in the right
and the beer in the left
Bad breath in the mouth and
the south in the step
I’ve got the mic in the
right and the beer in the left
Bad breath in the mouth and
the south in the step”
BeRtha Vs. UrsuLa
Anger I said I’m
danger
I’d like to hang your platta-pussy
on a hanger
And watch it
dangle until it strangles
Your point of view from each
and every different angle
Your tongue is tangled all
mingled mangled
I tied it like a bracelet
tight around your ankle
No circulation left an
abrasion
Sage plus sage equals a rage
n equation
Go throw some dishes she’s
fuckin’ vicious
Takes built up anger out on
others when she wishes
For satisfaction a slight
reaction
leaves her a borne again
bitch straight laxen
From all her bitchin’ I
started twitching
Shitin’ shaten yapity yapen
and spittin’
Woke up a monster hauled off
and punched her
I put her in a place that
straight stumped her
“She needs a coffee
cigarette 10 hours of sleep some weed and yet
She’s still a monster in
disguise there’s no surprise to me I bet
She’ll try to bring me to
her level
Oh so low it can’t be treble
She’s a heavy metal devil
shittin’ bricks and throwin’ pebbles”
M e l o d – to the suck
these
And while you’re on your
knees
Clean your platta-pussy
Cause it smells funk
All up in you punk bitch
Funk that I won’t funk with
Smellin’ not so scrumptious
is
This house smells like the
devil turned it out
Ass to mouth, mouth to ass
matter fact it smell like crap
hanky couldn’t handle that
Permeating through the walls
I’d rather smell the balls
of bats
Liven like white trash
Maggots on my eyelash
Roaches on my eyeglass
They wanna bypass
get out run for your life
I’d like to see you as a
wife
Mrs. rainbow not so bright
Clean you stench our fuckin’
fight
“She needs a coffee
cigarette 10 hours of sleep some weed and yet
She’s still a monster in
disguise there’s no surprise to me I bet
She’ll try to bring me to
her level
Oh so low it can’t be treble
She’s a heavy metal devil
shittin’ bricks and throwin’ pebbles”
Go cry to mommy bout your
issues
Wipe those tears with beers
and tissues
Misuse time with petty
nonsense and
I’ll smack sense in your
conscious
Wastin’ space up in my
kitchen betty crocker keep on wishin’
Cause the only thing I’m
dishin’ to the outhouse is your bitchin’
My bitchin’ my bitchin’ is
not my disposition
But I found ants on the
stove top in the dinosaur position
Eatin’ the cake you left out
late last night
Lickin’ icing off each
others toes despite
Me and my essential need to be tidy
Neat straight sparkling
you need a man like mr.
clean
he’ll do your dishes he’s a
dream
he’ll do them till he’s
blistering
but until then you deal you
with me
s a g e me so bubbly and
pissed
go to hell you’ve been
dismissed
you dirty bitch clean your
mouth so you can kiss
my ass porno-mags and the
rags and the flab
of the hags and the shwag in
your bag what a drag
zip your lips and be glad
coochie snag having
dank ass douche bag you even
made my pooch mad
found your peas in my drain
Will you please, please
explain
Why you think your sink is
cleaner than mine
Its just the same
Leaving coffee grounds up on
my counter stank shorts on my porch
I’d like to light your
lifestyle up with my scorching torch
Settin’ fire to desire of
runnin’ this house like an empire
You think your higher well
go fuck an oscar-myer
Cause I’d hate to yank your
string pull your stool or toot your twat
Appreciate the dust under
your bust it’s what you’ve got
“She needs a coffee
cigarette 10 hours of sleep some weed and yet
She’s
still a monster in disguise
there’s
no surprise to me I bet
She’ll try to bring me to
her level
Oh so low it can’t be treble
She’s a heavy metal devil
shittin’ bricks and throwin’ pebbles”
juNk
I like junk cause I’m punk
Delinquent to my body
Got the feeling for the
flavor of the funk.
Cause I’m drunk I could hump
sugar daddies in a caddy
with the thump in the rump
lift the trunk
like a skunk for a chunk of
the scrumptious
bunches of munches sun chips
and punches
punchin’ your munchin’
hunchin’ your crunchin’ with
munchkins in London
I don’t know why but I’d die
for a funion covered in grease
I at least need a piece of
the tease on my knees
Beggin’ you please!!!
Give me a bite of the hype
or ill swipe
right from under your nose
all your clothes
from your head to your toes
like the pros on ho-hos
I can flows till you throws
candy at my feet
tappin’ to sweets
I’m apart I’m a piece
I’m a handy candy rapper
unwrappin’ candies
“Slowly
down the hatchet goes
no
carrots corn or cabbage
She’s a cotton candy queen
Growin’ out her jeans
Slowly down the hatchet goes
no carrots corn or cabbage
She’s a cotton candy quEEn
And the junk makes her
scREAM”
I go goNUTs for doughnuts
dorritos cheetos burritos
taquitos
I could eat gazebos
deep fried see I got the
taste for the tasty
my tongue has a mind of it’s
own and it makes me crave
i’m a slave to the craving
for sweet
unique treats like shredded
wheat’s
and toaster stroodles I eat
‘em with my poodle
when it’s greasy i’m easy
mickey-d he likes to tease me
I can
order from a car in a bar
and it feeds me till I’m stuffed
Fuck puffed rice
Two bowls down scrounging
for a pizza slice
Chowin’ down on air doesn’t
compare
chicken pad-thai makes my
nostrils flare
no I don’t wanna share
this peanut butter cup baby
cakes stuffin’ my face
grubbin’ what it takes to
make me feel complete
general tao’s spicy sauce is
the sauce for me
with that MSG that doesn’t
like saucy
up your hole goes a whole
head of broccoli
don’t panic if it’s not
organic
manic hammock full of prunes
keep your gas to yourself
and relax with a moon pie
I will eat junk food till I
die
cause my taste buds wanna
live life
dancin’ on my tongue like
I’m hung hi
Ho it’s off to the pantry we
go
with twix and pixi sticks on
the brain
If I had it my way I’d be a
candy cane
“Slowly
down the hatchet
goes
no carrots corn or cabbage
She’s a cotton candy queen
Growin’ out her jeans
Slowly down the hatchet goes
no carrots corn or cabbage
She’s a cotton candy quEEn
And the junk makes her
scREAM”
My teeth black like licorice
zits have a itty bitty
clitoris
envision myself as
ridiculous
comical on candy bubble yum
mandy
found gum in her bum and it
was kinda sandy
I’ll chitchat with a kit-kat
if ya get back
I’m gonna hit that cat up
for a snick snack snicker
Steal the
malt out your liquor my hips are hipper
The more I eat my figure
matters less won’t impress
with my body weight or breast
Just my mind sole and rhyme
and the time I invest
Into stuffing my face full
of shit
I mean yesterday I even gave
the toilet a lick.
Alternate ending……
*Into stuffing my mouth full
of fat
Try this
at home and have a heart attack.*
“Slowly
down the hatchet
goes
no carrots corn or cabbage
She’s a cotton candy queen
Growin’ out her jeans
Slowly down the hatchet goes
no carrots corn or cabbage
She’s a cotton candy quEEn
And the junk makes her
scREAM”
WHitE liEs
Took a drug test at a
hospital
Peed out some weed that’s
impossible
I only smoked the dope on
Halloween
Got a new job gotta keep my
myself clean
Cut
what’s up that just ain’t my style
Old fogies told me dress you
best and smile
Reeee I don’t think so try
again
Givin’ in
to the man to buy a 10¢ pen
At the interview dressed to
impress
Why do we lie to buy success?
This concept sucks like a
chemistry class
Ya want to get hired conform
bitch-ass
I’m a strong believer of the
truth
If you don’t believe me ask
my tooth
Lost it on a sub from the
grocery store
Money in my pocket but I’m a
cheap whore
Stuck it in my jacket got it
home and took a bite
Lost my front tooth with my
appetite
Instant karma kicked me in
the shitter
Balled up
poop and some sticky kitty litter
If you agree repeat after me
Shove it up your snatch with
a daiquiri
I asked this girl how she
got her job
She said you gotta screw or
slob the knob
Now I’m not the type of
bitch down to kiss ass
But in order to buy beer you
have to make the cash
I try to bite my tongue
sometimes
But when it comes to truth
I’m fighting crime
“I’m not who you wish I was you
wish I was”
When I
see servers smile I snatch it from their face
You’d have to be a mental
case to be happy in that place
At work I go bizerk and try
not to use my mouth
But when it gets dirty we
all know I’m from the south
I bet your curious how I
lost my last job
lied to get hired told the
truth and got robbed
I guess this is another one
of karmas little games
now I’m unemployed and
theirs trauma to my brain
This situation is a little
different from the rest
To landed the job by adding
tissue paper to my breast
I also wore eyeliner and an
absurd amount of blush
To cover
up the pimples the wrinkles the crust
High heels make me tall I
just lost ten pounds
Now the legs are long enough
to spread a mountain
Go around
So why do you say you want
to hire me today
I talk back act wack slack
and jack snacks 6 packs
And laugh at ass cracks and
flashbacks
drink stacks of fat flasks
And come to work smashed
So show me the door we’re
not hiring anymore
We don’t want your kind
selling wine in out store
“I’m not who you wish I was you
wish I was”
Tisk-tisk-tisk what a risk
I’m a product selling shit
Marketing myself as the
perfect little fit
Well I’m not it’s a lie if I
don’t eat I’ll die
And that’s the only reason I
ever even apply
I don’t give a dam about your bullshit franchise
Besides I got hired cause I
told white lies.
When I grow old I’m gonna
buy you out
Start my own restaurant
called a foot in your mouth
And then when I’m ready I’ll
post an add
And hire your daughter just
to make you mad
Jenny your not smiling
that’s a big mistake
It’s too bad that your dad
taught me how to be fake
Oh what’s this you say
you’ve had a bad day
Well mama should of taught
you don’t talk back ok
This isn’t working out
here’s your last paycheck
Jenny you weren’t smiling
what the fuck do you expect
Die bitch die
Your goin’ down now
“I’m not who you wish I was you
wish I was”
Garbage Pail Kid
Yeah so
I’m melodically saucy
I like to frolic in the chronic
with my posse
Don’t wear make up so my
lips are never glossy
And If I do I apply it on
sloppy
Everything I own is from a
garage sale
When I was a kid I played
the drums
on a garbage pale
Cause I was a garbage pale
kid
always bidding for something
better
with my friend double
heather
she had two mouths two heads
and ate more cheddar
than pourin’ lauren poured
martinis for leaky lindsey
always in a frenzy playing
in her snot
getting’ caught by peg-leg
peter on his teeter
not without my totter cause
he’ll slaughter
like tongue-tied tim i’ve
got a whim
that his tongue is lethal
when the lights go dim
his tongue is longer than
the nile wrapped around vile kyle
drinking bile with
disgustin’ justin’ it makes them smile
but gives me a chill foul
phil
your breath be stank what’s
the deal
your all mixed up mitch
half your body’s got a
twitch
and it looks like you’ve
been ran over
yo jo-blow peepin’ tom’s
creepin’ through overflow’s window
he needs to use the potty
scotty
ate a hot tamale and
couldn’t stop the flow yo
“garbage
uh hu uh hu
yeah all we really want is
garbage
uh hu uh hu uhh yeaaaaah
garbage un hu uh hu
yeah I’m a fuckin’ piece of
garbage
uh hu uh hu ooh yeaaaaah”
hey ray decay where’d your
teeth go
I found um on a candy cane
in the streets so
You better stop eating
sweets fore your dead ted
He ‘s a zombie with 28 days
left
Bust a nut bob fry me fryin’
brian
hairy mary’s scary carrie I
ain’t lying
heaven steven grew up threw up and started crying
atom bombs head blew off he
couldn’t stop dieing
so nervous rex sexed leaky
lou
there was six holes in her
body
he didn’t know what to do
so he screwed every hole and
left his soul to bony joany
then gave fat mat an enema
because he was her homie
tony flippin’ phony don’t
belong
ding dong in this sing along
songyour a ching-chang-chong
gone like buds in a bong
tony full of baloney see
I’m garbage pale kid when I
get saucy
with my posse
Gotta foul mouth I can get
loud
loud
enough to make your
mama’s mama bend down
In
Bahamas now
On a
cruse with the one’s and two’s
Getting loose like my cooch
with boozing bruce
On the mic I just might bust
a backbend
and show the pubes tonight
That’s right but I won’t go
to jail
So
they’re throwing me back in the garbage pail
“garbage
uh hu uh hu
yeah all we really want is
garbage
uh hu uh hu uhh yeaaaaah
garbage un hu uh hu
yeah I’m a fuckin’ piece of
garbage
uh hu uh hu ooh yeaaaaah”
what’s up chuck don’t give a
fuck about a buck
he robbed bob blow job for a
snob of a slut
what
ya better ask somebody
before you slain wayne bring
the pain
check the mange on his body
besides stir fried clide
he’s looking haggy maggy
nappy dread head fred’s got
no cred and he’s happy
a garbage pale kid not a
golden gram
ask him who he is he’ll tell
ya
I am
saucyyoda got the A.D.D.
your sloppy vagina can’t
phase me
tits and ass think fast I’m
nasty
besides the rhyme I’m an
absentee
s –A- u -C- y –Y- o- D -a
sarcastic slapstick bitch
wit no kick flip blast it
mother-fuckers wanna test my
skill crap-tastic
wanna kill bill well ya will
get wrestled
dazzled
by screwballs
i’m too
tall for rue paul could fool ya’ll
I’m a
bull-shitter
black belt in kung-pao
hung like a one titter.
no glitter glamour gleam
shitty tight pants seem like
they rip
on the
mic entice me if you like
don’t
bite my doo pile
I’ll work here while
write ups overload in my
work place file
always absent minded big
behind-ed
my minds on my mind but I
still can’t find it
cause I’m thinking of a
master plan
a garbage pale kid with no
attention span
top of the dome 20” chrome a
golden child
no chicken off the bone
when I’m alone I’m always in
the zone
ET mother-fucker not gonna
phone home
“garbage
uh hu uh hu
yeah all we really want is
garbage
uh hu uh hu uhh yeaaaaah
garbage un hu uh hu
yeah I’m a fuckin’ piece of
garbage
uh hu uh hu ooh yeaaaaah”
OnE
Legg-ED JeSsE
“Go to schoolGet a job
Work your way up to the top
Any more suggestions for me
Ladi-dadi-dadi-da”
Milk-milk lemonade
Round the corner goes my
grade
A + for DoubleDutch
Little did you know that the
angles cuss?
And devils primp
Do you believe in minuses?
Your highness is one the
finest vaginas
make me blush
I have a crush on an f plus
so what I suck at certain stuff
To be specific book smart
makes me fart
I’d rather push a shopping
cart
Full of junk one leg-ed
jesse got me drunk for my first time
I saw the sign the sign says
Stay away fool school turns
you into to a tool
I’m like a b-52 you know my
love shack includes
Use gemini’s cause I’m to
broke for techniques
I’m gonna stroke my fifteens
I streak and hope someone’s here
To sing some dope melodies
smoke trees and scratch till I freeze
Up like a train record crate
I take my time to meditate on mixes
Like rob swift I’m swift
with swiftness
Not quite that tight
Monkey business
“Go to schoolGet a job
Work your way up to the top
Any more suggestions for me
Ladi-dadi-dadi-da”
Work-work make yourself
wealth worth-worth
Something more than
dirt-dirt
You suckers think I’m
nothing cause I’m not your lying lawyer
Nurse doctor dentist I’m a
minis to my employer
annoyer with a variety of
beats and samples
knocking socks off mantels
you can not handle cause
I’m gonna destroy your
system like an animal listen my vision
Cuts with precision and
splices life with musicians
Without the music folks well
where the hell would we be
Living in pleasantville so unpleasantly
Go to school get a job tell
your teach my names bob
School is great I love to
learn I have a question
Wait your turn
In LMS I learn bout sex
college brought me no success
All the time that I invest
should be for me not to impress
Feel the beat write the
rhyme I tell my parents from time to time
School just doesn’t do it
for me matter fact the teacher’s boring
Sip your coffee hug your
chalk I’d learn better on my own clock
In class I’d sit back and
doodle blocking contact to my noodle
Then when I re-turned home I
taught myself bout microphones
I think it’s as plain as
can’t you see I mean my name is melodie.
Angel Wieners
Stop- My style’s stickier
than snot
Put your
hand up on the mic and you might get shocked
Cause I’ll shock ya
Sharp like
the blade of helicopter
Turn over in your grave and
tell me I’m a smooth talker
Smooth- When I flow I sooth
You’ll be freakin’ when
start to do the moonwalk on your boobs
Be
bouncin’ I’ll be bringing down the mountain
Flowin’ like wianer of an
angel in a fountain
Flowin’- if your g-string
showing
I’ll snap it soooo hard your
red rosie cheeks are glowin’
Ho-in’- on the avenue your
blowin’
Need a dump truck cause your
dumbstruck
with the ass you’ve been
towin’
Behind- wanna battle better
rewind
My styles so raw it shrank
your bra to say a 3 times
Oooooh- now you don’t know
what to do
stuck with mother hubbard in
the cupboard of my shoe.
“lift your skirt flash your
mom
she ain’t got no panties on
hide your cobwebs close
those legs
tiny spiders in your head”
Freeze- my styles greasier
than chucky-cheese
If your feeling saucyyoda
then you might feel fleas
Cause i’ll bite you or
someone else that’s right beside you
Invite you to my house and
bite your blouse just to fight you
War- What this country’s
livin’ for
Testosterone moanin’ bonin’
over who’s hardcore
Hardcore- I’d rather be
livin’ in cardboard
Than see what our president
has in store
For this country’s dumber
than when humpty dumped me
Off the wall broke my fall
egghead lumpy
Egghead- might as well be a
dead head
Walkin’ through the streets
playin’ footsy with a red head
ya meth-head your chillin’
on your death bed
You’d take a hit but you
don’t have a breath left
Well neither do I Put the crack pipe down before you crack and die.
“lift your skirt flash your
mom
she ain’t got no panties on
hide your cobwebs close
those legs
tiny spiders in your bed”
Break-my styles juicer than
steak
Put your hand up on my sauce
and I’ll cause earthquakes
Cause I’ll shake you take
you to my backyard and make you
Rake up these leaves
spreading peace on my debut
CD- all you suckers got a TV
Getting’ sucked in the zones
too fuckin’ easy
Easy- doesn’t take much to
please me
A pen and a pad I can write
something sleazy
Sleaze- fuck all these
college degrees
Better learn what they want you to know
Or you’ll be on your knees
Beggin’
for a dollar of warmth from
a leggin’
On the courner humpin’ trees
for kevin
to put a dollar in your jar
A dollar ain’t even a trip
to the bar
“lift your skirt flash your
mom
she ain’t got no panties on
hide your cobwebs close
those legs
tiny spiders in your head”
RoTten oRangEs
I shot out a rebel
Like a fruity pebble out my
nose
Always skippin’ ballet cause
I hated tights and bows
Oh ya know I shoot pool from
in between my toes
It’s the jam shake your man
rip your panty hose
flows to the east flows to
the west
flows to your cleavage even
if ya have tiny breast
say nope to soap say yes to
rejects
I’ve got sixteen mystery
machines on a quest
Looking for my marbles but
their lost
So I’m washin’ your mouth out
with porno flicks
to make you gargle and spit
Like a
blitzed heifer
Asshole up and sphincter
eyed
I’ve got the flow that makes
you wetter
Than
neffretiti wearin’ no sweater
Believe
its better hard as nards sicker than shredders
Tawana-kiss swivel rockin’
knockin’ you to bliss chicken shit
Shocking to you reminisce
of the time your girlfriend
held your penis when you pissed
“Ohhhhh
you are not the average
girl”
I’ll order sex on the t-rex
at a cock bar
And if you refuse to serve
my drink
I’ll snap you with my
training bra
Cause I can and I will and I
want to
haunt you like the peek of a
bad dream
who stole the peanut butter
flavor out your ice cream
like a moose I lay tracks
but with wax
I attack habitats got a fat
fanny pack
it’s so hard being a rebel
cause rebels get smacked
At Christmas thanksgiving
and Easter time
My mama smacked me in my
rebellious mind
I never knew a holiday could
be this dam divine
So I straddled the turkey
and stuffed his behind
Full of hellion rebellion
shit
I’m 2 midgets too quick
For the bitch I scissor kick
Mind of a ginger bread house
cut with brick
I am the
root beneath and we conflict
Like me and mom my dad my
teachers and my boss
When your cookin’ in the
kitchen add the yoda to your sauce
Barbeque alfredo prego
tomato and terriaki
microwave your rave and heat
up your saki
kinda like a walky-talky
cutting up in class
harassin’ math teachers with broccoli
so sue me do me slap boobys
if your full
of this place bumbin’ bass
I’m a heart pumpin’ rebel
“Ohhhhh
you are not the average
girl”
I’ll stick my face in a cake
to see if its real
Then ask the workin’ manager
if I can make him a deal
I’ll give you the fattest
part of my ass and half an apple peel
and if that’s not good
enough I’m gonna make myself steal
lizzy’s reece-piece out her
lunch box
this year I got a measly
stocking full of rocks
And lots of sticks and
stones
Thrown at my body not
breakin’ my bones
Cause my
buns are made of cheese
They shield me from the good
and instigate the real
rebel inside of me
roll down window cause I
gotta go pee
“Ohhhhh
you are not the average
girl”
Alternate ending…
Cause I think I’m a bad ass
Learned the hard
way but not that fast
Now I’m 26yrs old going on
twelve
In two more I’ll be the
first 10yr old in hell
LicKety split
“Just my
Cherry go round
She’s a Cheery go round
Watch her cherry go round
my my Cherry go round
oh no cherry go round
don’t look down Cherry go
round”
Oh one day she’ll find the
guy
missing link puzzle piece to
her cherry pie
fly cherry your so very
contrary
a marry little ho on the
prairie like the house
there’s
a hole in her heart like the wall for a mouse
cherry’s soul wants a dead
beat alcoholic for her spouse
she feels empty longing
something sweet
symmetrical chemistry
missing these last pieces to
her pies
guys come and go like
thunderstorms and
snow and jiggly asses of
cheese
cherry flows like bumble bee
honey in a cup of tea
spoon moving your cherry go
round
round your head 360 degrees
mrs. Cock-block tease
not even Mr. Freeze could
receive the keys to her fridge
as he hoisted her bridge where it’s moist and cold
he found a 6 pack of hinnies
and a crisper full of gold
“Just my Cherry go round
She’s a Cheery go round
Watch her cherry go round
my my Cherry go round
oh no cherry go round
don’t look down Cherry go
round”
Now Shy
girl cherry picks guys like a dingle-berry
Not too soft too hard too
mushy or too hairy
cherry has an open mind when
it comes to men
She looks deep inside to
find the what’s within
One day she found a man made of
tin
With a heart full of sin and
soul full of coal
He reached deep in her bin
it was her heart that he stole
With a soul full of coal and a
heart full of sin
Cherry knows now she has to
look deep within
To find the right man not no
klutz or chicken
Cherry wants it to begin
with manic depression
expressions boners fries and
sessions
Confessing how he’s pissed
Real punks open up like a
bottle of schlitz
If the hole in her heart
heels from the dong between
Together they will cream
like two fucking donkeys in
the spring
“Cherry a tree built could be bitter Berry
She’s sweeter than sweet can
be Contrary
She’s Cherry so quite
Contrary
Cherry”
pUbe sERvicE
Hi there fuck you
how are you two doing today?
my name is saucyyoda I will
be your server so stay
right here
I’ll be back with your
coffee cream sugar spoon napkin
I need an
aspirin to get through this contraption
Machine
robotical being team
we make it happen its not a
dream
my fuckin’ cream of the crop
I serve slop pop and two
smoking twats on a tray
I’d be a curly pube if I had
it my way
If I was a pube I’d be in
the food on top of your plate
Stuck to your chin from the
din-din
you ate in front of your
date
The one you hate
and vise-versa did not mean
to hurt your ego
Why don’t we go to a place
called the pube on my face is evil
How’d you like your taco
hand fed through a burrito?
In your veins via needle
pumpin’ breakfast chorizos like ceelo
Come and get your soul food
I told you
Mother-fuckers wanna hold
you
responsible for there bad
day didn’t order this that way
take it back or say good by
tip hello good ole shit min wage
“Coke sprite diet ice
Stabbed you in the lemon
slice
Who are you to say what’s
right
Chop-chop-chop and then you
die”
Chicken beans or beef answer
now or lose your teeth
one by one what would you
like honey bun besides a queef
past your neck gotta sec you
forgot to bring the check
bag and box watch the wall
before you wreck yourself to hell
if he rings the bell one
more time
I’ll climb the wall to sniff
my own behind
I’m but naked do you mind
no I don’t have time for this
miss
the movie starts at six
and I gotta see billy-bob
and silly-sue kiss
we want swiss cheese
striptease the pube in your foods history
down the hatchet like the
rabbit why you had it’s a mystery
solved by the ones involved
me and Mr. wizard see
our chemistry’s energy can
defeat you with symmetry
cause we don’t give a
flippin’ toppling tippin’ pop up in your
lap dance from my dog if you
keep up this behavior
fuck you and your potater
I’m a can I get a refill
we kill whiners in diners
like mr. t we give shiners to miners
so keep up with the rants
raves chants save
cramps invade you in your
grave
when you treat me like a
slave
I’ll beat you with my lave
cut you off from what you crave
and weld you into something
kids are humping in parades
“Coke sprite diet ice
Stabbed you in the lemon
slice
Who are you to say what’s
right
Chop-chop-chop and then you
die”
Coke sprite diet ice
margaritas my delight
eighteen hundred different
types
cuervo gold lime slice
salt around the rim is right
salivatin’ at the sight
quench your thirst or hurt
your bite
this ones good but not quite
strong enough tough guy
shut your face and shut your
eye
go to sleep and don’t your
cry
mama’s here to tell you why
daddies not because he got
on my last nerve
disturbed me till I served
him this and that
chop-chop-chop
who am I robo-cop
so you say you want some
slop
I’ll give it to you proper
just for fun like cindy lopper
cause girls just wanna have
fun
I’m not
marry poppins bitch
I think outside the bun
so make it snappy place your
order make me happy leave a quarter
contribution to the fusion
of this robotic illusion
if your using me for service
appreciate the time I take
or else the food is
worthless
cause I placed a pube up in
your steak.
“Coke sprite diet ice
Stabbed you in the lemon
slice
Check your food before you
bite
Chop-chop-chop and then you
die”
KnobHoppers
My boyfriend’s back and I’m
gonna be fucked
How did he know I’m a
fuckin’ slut
What can I do to make it up
to him
Oh yeah I know I’ll just
fuck all his friends
What?
You know we’re sluts
We could give 2fucks what
you think about us
Some of
us thin some are fatter than a bus
Like chris rock says ya
gotta love the crust
We got muff that make you
wanna knock dust
Off that p-u-s-s-y
I might be old but my folds
still tight
Tight like your cooch were
all hoochies of the night
After the drank we move on
to the dong
Some like ‘em fat short
skinny some long
Some like
‘em without a condom on
I like (clear throat)
king-kong in a thong killer g-string
Thing-thang-wadda-wadda-bing-bang-bong
We sing willy-silly songs in
the bedroom at are moms so
Come on come on come on
Aundrea, stephine, tracy,
and tom
Ménage-a-twat at a quarter
past twelve
Me shell my bell
He screwed you in a tutu and
you better not tell
She cheated on Popeye with
the farmer in the dell
Were sluts that’s what we
got to say for ourselves
“My boyfriend’s
back I’m gonna get fucked
How did he know I’m a
fuckin’ slut
What can I do to make it up
to him
Oh yeah I know I’ll just
fuck all his friends”
Nobody knows but us that
were sluts
Searchin’ for the scrotum
with the biggest fattest nuts
We hush and fuss and cuss
till we bust
He wants it bad and she
wants it rough
So who you gonna call to
help you with hard-ons
Call us were sluts were
given hard bargons
Pardon me but I think I
misheard
We fuck ‘em then leave ‘em
and treat them like dirt
Disturbed distraught
discombobulated
I don’t even know you we
never even dated
We screwed too many dudes that
our memory faded
Are you sure we dated?
“My boyfriend’s
back I’m gonna get fucked
How did he know I’m a
fuckin’ slut
What can I do to make it up
to him
Oh yeah I know I’ll just
fuck all his friends”
Spread eagle in the back
seat feet out the taxi
Were fuckin’ sluts so what
you were last week
Ask me what’s our names and
I’ll shoot
Cunt Slut indie grab Whore
Hooker Tooth
We’ll do it in a phone booth
we’ll do it in a barn
Were doin’ farmer in the del
on old Mcdonald’s farm
So what
You know were sluts
So what’s the what’s the
what’s the big fuss
You know you want to be like
us we fuck stuff!!!!
Pantie FlosS
Sittin’ on a stool with a
beer in my hand
Usin’ my blow up doll’s leg
for a mic stand
Tryin’ to write with my
right hand telling me
I don’t know about you but
I’m blocked
from my brain to my sock
Nuttin’ shootin’ though my
vein to concoct
a solution to explain
no institution in the
membrane
stuck like chuck in the muck
of my luck
what the fuck this sucks but
I’m never givin’ up
Trapped from the rap like a
rat in a cage
I don’t know about you but
I’m dazed and confused
I feel phased and abused by the
passion
Writing is the only way for
satisfaction
Action serves it’s purpose
When the words jump from the
surface
Commas comin’ with the
shirtless
Parentheses sentence be
walkin’ like an entity
Possessed with energy
What’s your major
malfunction I’m wonderin’
if I had an adjective this
bass would be bumpin’
Chillin’ in the land of oz
with quad and munchkin
Eatin’ dumplins dunkin’
dounuts until somthin’
Caught my breath like a kiss
of death by surprise
I grasped for air and all
these butterflies
Dadadadadada
“Dadadadadadada dadada
dadada”
Electricity shocks through
my sock to the top of my tiptoe
It’s way up the side of my
thigh
to my hipbone connected to
the pitch tone
Bass line fatter than your
face tappin’ to the pace sign
Shines finely rhyme vines
crawlin’ up my lifeline
Spine-binded by my sciatic
nerve pinched me with epiphany
Tickely tackeled me jackin’
me
up to the neck bone section
of a chromosome
Stepping on an o-dome so and
so flowin’ to the shoulder flow
slow and low down the elbow
Lets go hell no inchin’ to
the wrist yo
It’s the fingertip tiptoe
“Dadadadadadada dadada dadada”
Head shoulders knees toes
Picture me flows in
pantyhose
City of roses and a pocket full of shit
Stuck in a rut suck this
bitch
Put the finger up and showed
the finger tip
Skip to the grip on your toe
Goin into spasms like an
organism
got the gadget make you get
it in a go go
Po po on my tip like a yo-yo
no strings attached to the crack
and the head to the neck and
the shoulders
to the backside front-side
switch stance & ollie
ollie over obstacles
popsickles and salvador dali while i’m at it
not a bad habit or a hobby
Sound waves appear as veins
runnin’ through my body.
“Dadadadadadada dadada dadada”
HelMet HeAd
Woke up on a lawn at half
past eight
Sleeping with a forty and a
record crate
I said
“oh know what did I do?”
With a
tampon in my nose a new tattoo
Bike helmet on my head
Dog shit for a bed
Who knows what I said
Or did di did di did did di
did di did
I try to collect my thoughts
retrace my steps replace my loss
But the only thing I see is
a big blank fuckin’ memory
So what am I to do, can’t
find my car can’t find my shoe
The Only thing I found was
you.
“Blacked out
Woke from the dead with your
ass out
What did you do when ya
passed out?
Who the hell knows?
That’s the way it goes
Who knows”
Wipe drool from your mouth
And look around there’s no
recollection to be found
Brain- brain it’s all up in
the brain
Last thing to my knowledge
was the mary-jane
Bring it back bring it back
2 twelve packs and a jack ago
I was all about the
practical as a matter of factual
I was only havin’ 2 then I
had to go
Uh oh and before I new
Can’t find my car can’t find
my shoe
Now here I am ya see
With some guy lying next to
me
wEll what do I do now
Do I wake him up do I leave
without?
Ever knowing what I did
Da did di did di did did di
did di did
“Blacked out
Woke from the dead with your
ass out
What did you do when ya
passed out?
Who the hell knows?
That’s the way it goes
Who knows”
Woke up to a plate that’s
been erased
No feeling thought smell
touch or taste
Looked down to find a trace
As everything falls into
place
Last night I rode my bike
Downtown to common grounds
And the rest is history
Found a clue but the dudes
still a mystery
“Blacked out
Woke from the dead with your
ass out
What did you do when ya
passed out?
Who the hell knows?
That’s the way it goes
Who knows”