Friday, January 10, 2003


spittin, spittin, like an overfried chicken
kickin, kickin, an you know i'm fingerlicken
wishin that a seventh sea would come wash you away
wishin that a cemeteries weight would last a day
wishin that jim jones and bobby orr could get along
wishin that my sucotash was mangled up and torn
hangin with a bobcat and a barber named yvette
gettin all beat up by zebras elephants and rats
takin all the shit, and cleanin all the linens
keepin ratings up with my homey roger simmons
i've got a lot to say don't wanna keep it in the gutter
gotta feel it and show it name it wacked out shit like butter
it don't mean nothin it's more important than mace
it transcends shit like politics and governments and race
it lasts forever and it's constantly gone
it jams out moonshine out by the john
it's middle name is jack
and it keeps comin back
for you
and your friends
and their friends
and it's gonna be swingin' a belt with a mean-ass sharp buckle on that shit