All around the girls abound
Like blueberries on a mound
Pound for pound and gaining ground
Yet no one makes a sound
I compound
I compound
The other day in the midst of May Meet this lady I greet her,
hey
Tell and pray what's there to say
She pays to flay me night and day
I then play,
make my day Fake okay
Babasil has such appeal Branded a thief I hide my steel
My brain I feel from nose to keel Used to make deals but now it feels
I know this guy who turns the eye
The monocled lady gets riled up high
My boots too tight his wish is nigh
His beard is no snow limit sigh Mighty mack fly
Never say die Why?
Why is lit the poems mean?
Neither fit for king nor queen
I feel so trafficked,
so bored and been Too much the soul has seen
Charlie Sheen
The world's about to inside out
Time to cling to greatest clout
And here's the message for the meek
Some liquids for your snout
Bleed it out
Bleed it out Bleed it out