My mouth was full, a raving fool,
Pissed hot piss inside.
He's part of my tongue, my future rung,
Now all part of this sordid ride.
Where will I go, he's violent so,
Shows finger to people passing by,
I might cut his stalk, but how will I talk,
I'll crumble into a heap and cry.
On my hand and feet, I'll pray to it,
Please don't shit on my life.
Go away from where you came,
Or I'll cut you with a sharpened knife.
What a gruesome day, I say with dismay,
Maybe it's all gas and it will pass.
But if it's true, if he is I think is who,
I'm unlikely to find greener grass.
