Bad Dream

I'm back, blowin' up like the World Trade

Throw your hands in the air while the music plays

Comin' live and direct from Dimension X

Where bitches bleed all day with no Kotex

Broke necks

Mind checks

Seranaded with these beats

How deep?

About a hundred and fifty-two feet

Don't sleep

'Cause the boogyman will steal your soul

And have you strung out on remote control

And now your mind is broken and you feel pain

What you call sanity's what I call insane

I said your mind is broken and you feel pain

What you call sanity's what I call insane

My mind's flippin' on alcohol

Tylenol

And marijuana

Still I eat the rhythm alive like a piranaha

Now Madonna done fucked everybody but me

But I heard she got the clap (awwww!!)

Pass me a Newport, it could be a light

Image is nothing so I'ma drink me a Sprite

Tonight's the night

But my name ain't Betty Wright

It's Mr. Bones

And aggrivating hoes please leave me alone

I'm on my own

In my little fucked up world

And I ain't got time for silly games little girl

'Cause I'm tryin' to be me

And that's all I can be

And if you see more, you best a-go and join the Army

Arm me

With the lyrics and rhythms that I be spittin'

I seen it through your panties it was written on your kitten

Smellin' like chicken

But finger-lickin'

Nonetheless

And for my big Johnson, I got the propholactic vest

So I won't bust no bulky shot

'Cause that's highly illogical like Mr. Spock

And I ain't tryin' to be a father any time soon

And we only got one hour left in the motel room

But that's enough time for me to hit the skin

I can tell you want it baby, by the way that you grin

Let me fondle on your breasts

As we both undress

And if you let me, I'ma bust a nut all up on your chest

Bend over let me catch the rhythm as ya moan

I love it when you tighten up and try to touch your toes

As my dick smashes

Crashes

What a disaster

Clit pleaser, call me the Thigh-Master

'Cause I got a black belt in the art of Wo-Tongue-Fu

Let me lick on your vagina as you holler at the moon

Now mengo, mango

Me and Tisha did the tango

But little did I know my girl was looking through the window

Now what was I to do, throw that bitch out in the street

Fucked up hair, no panties, and bare feet

Two...keep on fuckin' like ain't shit up

Because a couple more strokes and I'ma bust that nut

Three...play it cool, let the shit unfold

Calmly get dressed and say, "fuck both of y'all hoes."

Woke up in the backseat of a ride

Tangled in the seatbelt, smellin' like peroxide

Blood keeps gushin' from the side of my head

And I wonder to myself am I alive or dead

Reach for my dick, oh my God, I hope she didn't chop it

Try to play the lunatic like Lorena Bobbit

All up in the place, confused and distraught

She took back the new Polo shoes that she bought

She tried to play me out with a fucked up scheme

And then I blinked my eyes and woke from my bad dream

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