Lips to prostate, nose to propane
Ear to backyard, Freon to soft brain
Lips to prostate, nose to propane
Ear to backyard, Freon to soft brain
Christ on a crutch, it’s all a bit much.
Forced out of my cave, pulled straight from my hut.
Fell straight to my knees, kissed the wrong cheeks.
Tongued the wrong ass and woke up with thrush.
Out on a limb, laid width-wise on bridge.
Was in love with the get but not what you give.
Lamplight keeps arcs tight, clamps like a dog’s bite
I hoped for wells wished, got a hot shiv.
Pool barely skated, pool never swam
Got the right haircut and got in on the scam
Plebian hosts, left lice on the coasts
Joined a cult right, and I left with the band.
Lackluster cocks imprinted on rock
Lips stiff to swallow full balls
Took a stroke, but I laid off the stuff.
A fraud destroyed is no great loss.
Lame highs for beat nights.
Waterlines and bro fights.
White lines for low heights.
Chipped teeth, cracked waterpipes.