Last One At the Orgy

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the show
Our next guest, very good looking
Got some blue eyes and his vans again
He goes by the name of burns casino

Sagittarius
Always merriest
Dave was scariest
When he'd raise his fist

Take his face and piss
Right all over it
Vommiting, I'm sick
Come and lick my lips

I toss and I turn when I think how I was
I've lost and I've burnt everything that I've loved
It cost when I learnt push away and just shove
My parents were gone so I'd sit and count bugs

Best thing we owned was an Ikea rug
I need attention I'm just like a pug
Wish I could tackle my demons like Suggs
So I could turn all my dirt into mud

Keep up
You slow poke
Stay with me

Beat up
On bo bo
And whiskey

Feet up
Atlanta
My city

Teeth shut
Bad santaaaaaaaaaa

Car crash

Oh my fucking god, he's back
I'm back

You such a clone
When you round me watch your tone
One call, I'm bout to phone home
E.T., my head like a cone

Stoned
I told you ho, leave me alone
Somebody, please throw me a bone
Italian star like I'm Stallone

I'm so horny
And alluring
Endzone scoring
Bent ho courting

Tendo, switching
Ten hoes fisting
Pussy misting
Groupie living

Keyboard sniffing
Mike not Pippin
I'm not trippin
Jeeter rippin

A's in physics
Anger fizzes
Big chef kisses
In my kitchen

You such a clone
When you round me watch your tone
One call, I'm bout to phone home
E.T., my head like a cone

Stoned
I told you ho, leave me alone
Somebody, please throw me a bone
Italian star like I'm Stallone

My heart it is pumping so fast
I started and spent my own cash
Was homeless, slept on my friends couch
Glock toting, they hate my big mouth

Gamecock, still repping the big south
My cock tastes fishy like big trout
My drugs they go out on real routes
Your girl texting me real pouty

Place myself the upon the mounting
Pile up the songs and now their counting
When I see my Texans it always howdy
I come from New Jersey so I yell it real proudly

You such a clone
When you round me watch your tone
One call, I'm bout to phone home
E.T., my head like a cone

Stoned
I told you ho, leave me alone
Somebody, please throw me a bone
Italian star like I'm Stallone

Stop
You are my minions now mop
Shut the fuck up or you'll drop
You not unique, you just a crop

Cops
Come on let's go it's the cops
Grab you hos and let's head for the trops
Okay first well stop by the shops

This songs almost over, promise
I am so hooked up on phonics
I told you I'm always on it
And I got your girl wearing bonnets
I'm like Shakespeare, here's my sonnet
Where are my gold rings? I'm sonic
I know I'm hard like a comet
Scary that I am just starting

Ahhhhh
Sheesh
White Lightning really makes some good music