by Slim Zaddy » Aug 31st, '09, 11:58
n the bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables
I bet you they become hetro-sexual
Nothing will stop me from molesting you
Titty fucking you 'till your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicle
Is what they said, to the two conjoined twins
Hows it going girlfriends, you need a boyfriend?
You need some ointment, just set up an appointment
Who's gonna see the doctor first, we'll do a coin flip
I just got my one year sobriety coin chip
When the bad get going, how bad does the going get?
Baby you shouldn't have any trouble rubbing groins with
Fe Fi Fo Fum, I think I smell the scent of a placenta
I enter Central Park, it's dark, it's winter in December
I've seen my target, pit my car, and park and approach the tender
Young girl by the name of Brenda and I pretend to befriend her
Sit down beside her like a spider, hi there girl you might-a
Heard of me before, see whore you're the kinda girl that I'd-a
ssault and rape and figure why not try to make your pussy wider
Fuck you with an umberella then open it up while the shit's inside ya
I'm the kinda guy to smile but I might flip and get a little bit wilder
Impregnate a lesbian, yeah now let's see her have triplets then I'll-di
cintigrate them babies as soon as they're out her with formalde-
hide in cyanide girl you can try and hide, you can try to scream louder
No need for no gun powder, that only takes all the fun outta
Murderin' I'd rather go vin vin and now you see just how the
Fuck I do just what I do when I cut right through your scalp, err
Shit, wait a minute I mean skull, my knife seems dull, pull another one out, u
Smoke signal in the sky like verizon wireless
A nice environment, suprise entirely
hypnotized by the sound I surround the hydrant
Takin' lives of firemen, say goodbye here I am again
Naked wives and vicodin
Before I begin to get to so high pussyboy I could spin
Vin vin Fuck the handle, I fly off the hinge
Let that boy off the bench coach, and throw it to him
There he goes in his trenchcoat, no clothes again
Baby make us some french toast and show us some skin
I show you every inch grows in my foreskin
Show me nipple, I pinch both and throw up a ten
Now you know it's a sin to tease, blow us again
The sorceror of intercourse, if it's forced it's him
Don't fight the feelin' if you're feeling the force within
Now when you wake up in the mornin' next to the porcelain
Nobody asked for life to deal us with these bullshit hands we're dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could of either just sat on my ass, and pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I'm placed in, and get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags
Or sat on the porch and hoped and prayed for a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in in every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid even if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna always told me, keep making that face til it gets stuck like that
Meanwhile I'm just standing there holding my tounge, tryna talk like BLEGH!
Then I stuck my tounge on that frozen stop sign pole at eight years old
I learned my lesson then, 'cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story, not just based off my description
Cause where you see it form where you're sitting, is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a miles in eachothers shoes at least
What size you wear, I wear 10's, let's see if you can fit your feet
and so many lol relapse is a sick album ,, can't wait for r2
z_em = Slim Zaddy = Zaid AQ which is my real name