Venus

That Disastrous Bastard
Back of the Class Nerd
Probably Plastered
Probably late for the Rapture
Brains scattered, clothes tattered
Batter beats when I'm up at Batter
I aim to break bones, I'm past fractures
Feeling famished better cover your platter
My only limit is stature
I'm notta marble statue, no this is just a pose for the camera capture
Yeah, I juxtapose when these busters fold
My credibility in the custard
I'd like to keep it cold
I'm such a shut in

I like to keep the shutters shut
Shudder when these fuckers mutter, did i stutter
Shut your udder sucker, keep your mouth closed, and plese wont you shut the fuck up
Cheechaw, thee G.A.W.D.
When he on the tunes its best not to assume, or guess whats up next
Could be Johnny Cash or some DOOM, fasten a few Backwoods and Pass em,
Gas fumes perfuming the room
But give him a few and a couple of brews
And he'll be fusing, jazz fusion, boom bap and the blues
Please consume with caution
I vomit comets when I'm nauseous
I throw 'bows and rose petals when i step up inna mosh pit,
It's true, It's true
That lil boy still Blue, still Blue
Give him the loot, give me the loot
Hit the haystack, laid back, hit the snooze button, fuck it,
For lunch I'm happy having, crabs in a bucket