Part 11

[Hook]
It may rude but if you’re looking for baby food
This ain’t for you
You expect me to get friendly with any of that trendy shit
This ain’t for you
If you’re clamouring for glamouring a detrimental manner man
This ain’t for you
And if you’re a normie and corny for the horny shit
This ain’t for you

[Verse 1]
The graveyard’s been desecrated, the illness is stress related
Candidly my faith in humanity’s been decimated
Heavily medicated, I rock so notorious
Bass in the ocean, Jaco Pastorius
Down in the murky depths, I say no to work requests
Ditto to quirky guests, I stand firm like perky breasts
Dirty pesk get mе going and dart throwing
Yo the next thing you know the horn’s start blowing

Likе this

[Verse 2]
Back in ’92 I had a mouth full of gold teeth
Control freak try again, you can’t fool an old thief
I’m not flowery like Georgia O’Keefe
I’m powered by levels of deep untold grief
Unrepeatable, racking up a Visa bill
I’m chilling hard with Anita Hill in Margaritaville
I’m unbeatable, threatening cassette decks
I grew up with dirt road gen-X rednecks
Waiting for the FedEx man with my Holy Grail
Nose bleeding, proceeding down the lonely trail
Slowly, I examine the mood
I’m learning about Cuba and havin’ some food
Attitude callous at a trade show in Dallas
Middle ground, triple crown Pedro Morales
Baring my teeth instead of showing some skin
I roar and then the horns start blowing again

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Uh oh, I feel another breakdown coming on

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