Warning: Only people with high iq and big pp will understand the following dankness:
I call ‘em defeated
My dogs are barking in these hush puppies
Dr. Scholl sho’ can talk to animals, said this little piggy didn’t go “wee-wee” when the tears piss bolted to the booties you’re in, the boar cried woof
Foot counting sheep, I’m sleep-walking catching Z’s
The cousin of six-feet-deep easy as A-B-C-1-2-3, when in one position long enough
That’s why the cousin of life is relocation
Even if it’s the same job, least it come with different faces
My boss don’t care if I can barely move
I want a boss that’ll send me home without a box
Now I’m on a busty bus keeping abreast of bottoms up – when they no longer sitting abreast I’m flying like a Great Tit but aww shucks I don’t have strong feet like ‘em and gotta use the poles for support
Then I heard “I’m seeing how you gotta use your hands son. Why don’t you take a seat right over there?” I wanted to bounce these checks
The 13’s, legs open, tongue out, ca-ream, but running back in these kicks isn’t a chief asset
And so the seat got taken from me like a game of musical chairs
I was listening to the 3rd song on Good Girl Gone Bad
I guess they was between “Something In The Way” and “Endless, Nameless”
Uhhh nevermind this is my stop
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