How About Myself?
You don’t stink much,
How ’bout me?
We don’t think much –
Unfortunately.
How about myself?
How ’bout me,
Is my offense stealth,
baby Or does it bury?
Do I flow sooooooo…
You’re up to your eyes?
Do I know so,
And, just compromise?
Compromise the principle,
And, claim “’cause I’m simple!”
You don’t stink much,
How ’bout me?
Your hole smells fine,
How ’bout mine?
We don’t think much –
Stupidity
Tirade (On Parade)
We thought we had it made,
’til Mercury,
Threw it into retrograde.
We thought, “Made in the shade,”
’til everybody,
Spazzed n’ went into — TIRADE!
Poking each other in the eye,
Could we move any further awry?
Promoting attacks,
Or, turning our backs,
What do I care… barely?
Poked In The Eye As long as it’s not me,
That has to die,
Until I’m left standing alone,
Maybe [...]