I drag my balls, down the halls,
It's a long way from some fun.
The jazz and jizz in it, every bit,
Is turning bitter and quarrelsome.
I ponder the wonder, yonder the random,
Wandering lice in my flaccid cock.
A trip of a drop that drips from a tap,
I keep a careful stock.
The parrot I love, became a dove,
The crow became my ho.
Both shit on my head day and night,
I'm planning a bloody scarecrow.
There was a cloud, when I was proud,
Rained a load of happy thoughts.
Now it's gone, and in its stead,
It rains criminal blood clots.
The gods are going through a lot,
I know they are, I saw the fear.
The hole in heaven is like an asshole,
And turning heaven into hell's rear.
Dead men on leave, heave and grieve,
And wonder why their shit's like a stick
The devil boils the sinners in oil,
While god lubricates his prick.
Limp my dick, like noodle not thick,
No miss wants to ever suck.
How I want them to fondle my balls,
And enjoy an afternoon of lice pluck.
Unholy the scene of me farting on beans,
But I like beans, lentils and ghee rice.
Wallowing in my sulphurous gas,
I show a finger to be really nice.
