DIRT!

Feel like a ghost pirate
A virus
Coast's quiet
Hands like Midas
I'll turn minus to highest
I bring the silence
When I speak the holy science
And I be facing giants
Watch me treat them like some clients
I'm no notorious
My dreams aren't that serious
But on a rhinoceros
My ambitions are glorious
I spit flames
Burn planes made out of paper
A game without the pleasure
Feel plane gimme more liquor
Not chains
Got fangs that are luxurious
Don't make me use my hands
They're big and monstrous
My nightmares be like death
Sad and contagious
Keep you all night and watch
That'll be hilarious
Yeah but it hurts
You know dirt is not a funny curse
Cry rivers, puddles, blood
You could even squirt
Yeah but it hurts
You know dirt is not a funny curse
Cry rivers, puddles, blood
And dance in a kinky skirt

Don't stop laughing
Mister Monk's a funny monkey
So no feeding
That bitter punk is lonely sonny-boy
Saw you're reflexion
No rejection no more pills boy
Try confetti when you're ready
Fun without thrills boy
But I'm bored now
Let's take something fancy or hardcore
I need to show I'm a goofball
I'll crawl like a dog
I'm a whore please pet me
Snow White me
Poison fruit then laugh at me
I'm tired, you're wet
We're two bags of sweat
You're not home, you're upset
You cry snow, you're depressed
I guess stress's a nice dress
I'm about success
Annoying selfish
Helpless like shellfish
No pirate be ghost
At midnight vanish
Cinderella?
At most compare me to Gus Gus
Yeah but it hurts
You know dirt is not a funny curse
Cry rivers, puddles, blood
You could even squirt
Yeah but it hurts
You know dirt is not a funny curse
Cry rivers, puddles, blood
And dance in a kinky skirt

And who's the one that said
That best things are ahead
Deadheads, blockheads and no woodsheds
I'm tired you're wet
I'm tired you're wet
I'm tired
I wanna rest



Credits
Writer(s): Sonny Bellonie
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