Gotta work on the teeth they say
But I don't smile that often
It's the fat that's not there
It's the skin that's gone rotten
But oh well what can you do
That's how it is in Timbuktu
You know after you're dead
Ain't a lot you do with the head
But I wear the wig a lot
And the shirt sometimes
But with a ear you can't see
Not getting a good pussy
At least my shit don't stink
Cause I shit no more
And I can breathe a whore in you
In the mood for more
A haa, scared you off, didn't I
Don't worry I'm just bored
I talk to the air most times
With you I've scored
