Thursday, June 16, 2016

the “fuck that shit” rap


         (you know you’re tired when you’re too tired

to be OCD

       they filled the burn unit with their fire

       and still wanted more bodies from me)

 

tried this life clean and sober

played their little roll over rover

danced the dance of their romance

let them decide my last chance

 

          fuck that shit

 

let them choose the route to fame

make all the rules in the game

turn love into a four letter word

“yes sir”, “yes sir” was all they heard

 

          fuck that shit

 

they stomped the heart i was dragging

i gladly fell off of the wagon

took a hit and several sips

set sail on the early ship

 

          that’s good shit

 

lost at sea i linger free

from all that i could never be

mold me, make me then forsake me

i’ve grabbed both ankles come and take me

 

          fuck that shit

 

no more living clean and sober

no more little roll over rover

high as a kite i write the fight

no longer swallow, only bite

 

          say that shit

 

pockets lined with ill abuse

saturate before the use

i’m not a whore don’t slap my ass

no genuflecting this ain’t mass

 

          fuck that shit

 

let it go and watch it flow

look out for the undertow

the cuts they give don’t reveal

no free samples to help you heal

 

          that’s their shit

 

be a man and be at hand

dance the dance as fast as you can

live like lying is the truth

pucker up you kissing booth

 

          eat their shit

 

work through lunch the day you die

vader turns to the new guy

it’s your turn to live and learn

be my bitch and act concerned

 

          fuck that shit

 

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