So gwine say it and spray it

No other way to convey in layman’s

The Bartholin’s part within

This sequel that’s equally seekin’

Paraurethral speakin’

And leaking the Cowper’s shoutin’

Through poutin’ and puckering

Suckers is sensitive

And you won’t let me me live

Getting yo’ ass eaten in a ski mask meeting

Plastic sheeting completing the scene

Framed in complaining, you name it

You can call me brave

But I ain’t Bruton or Aaron

I’m just for rutting and sharing

With Karen, Darryl and Carol

(“Somebody dragged me out here, and set me on fire”)

But I’m at peace if I git the greasin’

And earnestly learn it,

Burning Hibachis and beating backs

Plugging Hitachis ‘cause no batteries required

I’m fucking tired

Of you sometimey motherfuckers

Chasing, erasing nacently laying claim to Hot Space

Of Dave and Jack and Jace adjacent

To the third base placement

I stay lacing up butters and nutters

Way in the basement saying

I said

You,him, her, your younger brother

(What) your older sister (yeah)

Your baby’s mother

Got your aunts in my pants with your cousins tonight

So you can (call me Mr. Fahrenheit)

I said

You, him, her , your younger brother

(What) your older sister (yeah)

Your baby’s mother

I keep it hot here with your pops

So cop this Rapper’s Delight

And you can (Call me Mr. Fahrenheit)

 

think hard think fast think soft think slow think glass

think lavoisier's law of conservation of ass

neither created nor destroyed

only transferred means of productions

in your own two hands, word? sound 'ave power -

the same motion hit the same spot adhorata -

the eighth chakra funky soul spot Bonus round secret level ninja shit

Hit the blood brain barrier 'n it's OK to use spit

for my lube, lube, spit for my lube

oil and water and silicone gel to open the flue

and get the skittles out the jackpot slot son

and assholes are like opinions everybody's got one

and not everybody wants yours BUT I DO!

watch these bodies get bent enthusiastic consent

don't get me wrong; it's not about a transaction

it's a free association of the action reaction

(“Somebody dragged me out here and set me on fire!”)

I said

You Him Her, Your Younger Brother

(What) Your older sister (yea)

Your baby’s mother

Got your aunts in my pants with your cousins tonight

So you can (call me Mr. Fahrenheit)

I said

You Him Her, Your Younger Brother

(What) Your older sister (yea)

Your baby’s mother

I keep it hot here with your pops

So cop this Rappers Delight

And you can (Call me Mr. Fahrenheit)

 

You got to bring ass to get ass

quick like, with all deliberate speed

and in excess i bet I’ll give you what you need

For the next phase and flexing the metasex

and texting the specs with one hand

if all goes as planned

we can band together supersonic phonics

‘cause my chronically ill state relates

to Wilma, Freddy, Betty, Barney and Slate

He’s Superstone with a bone

(Beh-hey-hey-hee-haw!)

they and she saw and he saw

Me seesaw with ya pee paw

and ya mee maw

(“Stick it up yo ass!”)