My love comes, and when it does, it's a crazy kind of selective affection. My love flows like a wise guy tied in the zaniest of directions. My love protection, my love erection, you better guess some of my infection. My love can be a bigger than the Hoover ***. My love can hide behind a grain of sand. My love for life is fueled by the love for my band. My love is Martha and the silly mixed up man. Some people think he's bad, they say he doesn't laugh, and that's my dad. My love is deaf to a pop out of blues. My love is deep as death to ocean blues. My love is the voodoo blues. My love is cool blues, my love is a lively blues. My love is your pussy and juice, my love can't please me and fuse. My love is the skin of my flu. My love, my love. My love began from love. My love for an unknown grub and bum. My love for the baby sucking on his thumb. My love for a fish instead of buns. My love for the fear of the drums. My love for a bunch of knuckleheads. My love for the sweet smell of bed. My love for the legs that I spit. My love for the fat nigga dread. My love, my love. My love is my boots and your tail. My love is my dick and my hair. My love is my bum and your tail. My love is my dick and your hair. Yeah. Yeah. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh.