• Johnny's in the basement, prepping up the medicine
    I'm on the pavement, thinkin' 'bout the government

    Bob Dylan, "Subterranean Homesick Blues"


    Lil' Bo Beep done lost her sheep
    Got groin muscles looser than a wizard's sleeve
    She been gettin' down all around town
    Rockin' all in Boston, she's making rounds
    Trying to find the perfect man
    Ended up in a ditch with a prize winning ham

    "Apocalypse Now" is chanting them clowns
    Channel 25, they are lazy now
    Hitler truly thought that he was cool
    Now everybody wonderin' where they put their shoes

    No more,
    Don't want no,don't need mo'
    Nah, I don't need that lasagna to go
    My God is full, thank you very much
    Anymore scrappin', he just might fart

    Great Apps
    Solid crap
    Tech stuff, man, I'm too phat
    To know anything about that stuff
    Shame I never knew how to work a gun
    Hey yo, f***hole, what are you waiting for?
    Waiting for me to smoke all this dope?
    Don't be cruel, to this jerk that's true
    I wonder from where else blood might spew

    Stalin was a b*****d, Mao was a rascal
    Everybody's jazzercizing while they pastel
    All the punks who jumped on up
    Never really minded when Lenin got pumped

    Checking out, moving on up
    Streets are infested with lice and gunk
    My big toe is singing his song
    T.S. Eliot says, "whimper off"