Something About Being a Husband

Toe the line, I bet I toe the line, cause you're fine, yeah you're mighty fine
Spontaneous is your every kiss, & I'll kill you if you worship this

Comatose before my absence was an overdose nearly deadly is who I breathe as
Not braggin of my hot head, contagious with my third leg
Like being half born half fed I'm critical, literal, Chauncey
Bog if @ me, the soul of a dark heart, sinister with my artificial feelings I'm accustom
Loaded with phrases to make you feel tongue dumb, & croaking is my beefs in my head
I don't have a problem if you choose to keep holding your head, your script is my interest
I can feel my delinquency, a moment to flash back to say you are me

Toe the line, I bet I toe the line, cause you're mighty fine, yeah you're mighty fine
Spontaneous is your every kiss, & I'll kill you if you worship this

I'm your sub in two ways, I'm too big & little, I switch sides only for you
You get it, you know how my truth goes, you used to call them loopholes
It makes sense that our son is squirmy, you're like a wormhole, & I'm a hole with worms
I don't make you squirm I do the squirm, you fell in love with a creature
I used to only touch your soul with my penis, now grab them with my hands
And play fair because that's what marriage is

Toe the line, I bet I toe the line, cause you're mighty fine, yeah you're mighty fine
Spontaneous is your every kiss, & I'll kill you if you worship this