…for everybody just mainly me
I'm a minute man bitch, 'cause I aim to be
I met this hoe named Sweet Denice
Liberian Girl, but the…
…then took a breather and called Shareese
Both of them hoes tag-teamed my meat
I turned 'em out so good they had to pay me
The very same night, I met with Sky
Not…
…called this goofy bitch named Sassy the Clown
She had big balloon titties and a painted on frown
She left paint all on my dick…
…into it
That's why I'm into it
Guns and lips get intimate
If I don't end the sh*t, then will it truly ever end?
God is dead, these n*ggas…
…sh*t is not wrapped
Snort white for contrast
Smoke with Keem, rat pack
'Maro all matte black
Painted, sh*t is not wrapped
Snort…
…white for contrast
Smoke with Keem, rat pack
'Maro all matte black
Painted, not wrapped
Snort white
Rat pack
'Maro all matte black…
…into it
That's why I'm into it
Guns and lips get intimate
If I don't end the shit, then will it truly ever end?
God…
…smoke session
Because nobody fucks with me if I ain't joking or flexin'
[Refrain: Komato$e]
'Maro all matte black
Painted, shit is not…
…wrapped
Snort white for contrast
Smoke with Keem, rat pack
'Maro all matte black
Painted, shit is not wrapped
Snort white…
…into it
That's why I'm into it
Guns and lips get intimate
If I don't end the shit, then will it truly ever end?
God…
…smoke session
Because nobody fucks with me if I ain't joking or flexin'
[Refrain: Komato$e]
'Maro all matte black
Painted, shit is not…
…wrapped
Snort white for contrast
Smoke with Keem, rat pack
'Maro all matte black
Painted, shit is not wrapped
Snort white…
…just lick his lips
And sing a melody as sweet as licorice
His virility eclipsed the man he was living with
A rich, elderly fella…
…of infidelity
His wife brought humility to life; in the village she
Liked to shop, wearing her husband's ring
With her cheeks painted up…
…been watching the skies for an awful long time
Clouding your eyes with astrological signs
This is not wise!"
Nicholas thought…
…;
Dull and low his fire was burning,
And the old man shook and trembled,
Folded in his Waubewyon,
In his tattered white-skin-wrapper…
…
As it whirled and hissed and drifted.
All the coals were white with ashes,
And the fire was slowly dying,
As a young man, walking lightly,
At the open doorway…
…and plumed with scented grasses,
On his lips a smile of beauty,
Filling all the lodge with sunshine,
In his hand…
It had been a perfect Friday afternoon,
the job was almost done.
The house we were decorating was owned by a little old man…
…or Brylcream? I preferred the Brylcream.
She even agreed On Her Majesty's Secret Service was the best Bond film, if you accept it as a whole and not…
…chocolate, not the instant shit you get from the machine. She had Fox's biscuits and a small bottle of Cointreau, too. The…
…"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I'd…
…expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, tv, movies, magazines
Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the…
…money with a power ply
Make your money with a buyout bribe
Make it lie as long as you mean it
I'm not king of comedy,
Grease the…
…in blood
Lumberjack love, the masterpiece is painted
It takes 40 whacks to take down a tree, it takes one word to take down me
I'm holding an ax in the…
…throwing up from the homesick
I love her, she's sharp, sturdy, not too wordy
But whenever she's not around, I miss her…
…in love
Lumberjack blood, the masterpiece is painted
We chop down the trees, I never gave her a ring, she never gave me a ring
So…
…]
Yeah baby
You can hear the piano, I'm Tony Soprano
And I'm not like Rambo when I'm wearing the camoflauge
It's a mirage, butt fuck…
…a bunch of pretending
Like the people that were happy with Game of Thrones ending
The spoilers on my whips, whitty quips on my lips
Loose lips sink…
…at a Rembrandt
I'm the hardest artist, I spray painted the TARDIS
Got stabbed in London and my dick sucked in Cardiff
Went…
By Ken Kesey (2020)
On album Web (2020)
…door behind her and I see her fingers trail across the polished steel—tip of each finger the same color as her lips. Funny…
…a nod at me as she goes past. I let the mop push me back to the wall and smile and try to foul her equipment' up as much as possible by not…
…all they see is the head nurse, smiling and calm and cold as usual, telling the black boys they'd best not…
…remarked. By the marching out of Fred's hussars, who had been drawn up close to the tree, a curious little man came into view, who…
…stood there silent and retired, as if he were waiting quietly for his turn to be noticed. It must be confessed, a great deal could not be said in favor of the…
…beauty of his figure, for not only was his rather broad, stout body, out of all proportion to the…
…b>I. Asleep?
Waking up in panic
A room not hot or cold
Afraid to fall asleep again
My other side will unfold
I am on the…
…battles I've fought
Sleeping in the traffic
Red lights turn to green
Blinding painted white lines
Moving in between
I am on the…
…a kleptomanic sage man
He knows the difference to what we call right or wrong
And the henchmen sing in their old song
"Har, har…
…The poet Sophokles I met at Chios when, as General, he was bound for Lesbos: a playful man, when in wine, and clever. Hermesileos…
…beautiful.' Sophokles laughed at this Eretrian: ‘Don't you like that line of Simonides, either, sir? From crimson lips the…
…if a painter painted Apollo's hair gold and not black, so much the worse for the painting; or the poet of rosy-fingered, because if you dip…
On the sleeping car to Copenhagen, Grete lay in the deepest, calmest sleep, Lili woke from the most terrible nightmare. She did not…
…car, down the long, dimly lit ship's corridor, up the wet steps of the ferry, onto the deck. Not…
…"No, no," she screamed, "I cannot go to Copenhagen." And the vision she had had down in the sleeping car compartment would not let her go. Her…