First of all. I went live on Facebook again with this set while recording. Towards the end they cut me off like the FCC did to Christian Slater in 'Pump Up The Volume'. Second of all. Prince Paul is the craziest. Third of all. This is a rap/song I wrote after fifteen beers on Sunday night.
Morning coffee and dictation, I can't (*undecipherable)"they arrive" in disguise. Sunset, night time. Perfect pussy, perfect tits. Now I just jerk off. While you cough. Ladies so lovely and soft. Hold you while I sleep. Roll over you and I weep. I guess I'm a creep. Made so simple, complex, so deep.
Should I rhyme? Should I crime? Should I talk to that dime? Fat, old, and scary. "Oh, contrary." I'm the one you should marry. Grocery bags I'll carry. The one you will bury. Your kids, my.......If you are beautiful.
*decaw