| Lips to prostate, nose to propane |
| Ear to backyard, Freon to soft brain |
| Lips to prostate, nose to propane |
| Ear to backyard, Freon to soft brain |
| Christ on a crutch, it’s all a bit much |
| Forced out of my cave, pulled straight from my hut |
| Fell straight to my knees, kissed the wrong cheeks |
| Tongued the wrong ass and woke up with thrush |
| Out on a limb, laid width-wise on bridge |
| Was in love with the get but not what you give |
| Lamplight keeps arcs tight, clamps like a dog’s bite |
| I hoped for wells wished, got a hot shiv |
| Pool barely skated, pool never swam |
| Got the right haircut and got in on the scam |
| Plebeian hosts, left lice on the coasts |
| Joined a cult right, and I left with the band |
| Lackluster cocks imprinted on rock |
| Lips stiff to swallow full balls |
| Took a stroke, but I laid off the stuff |
| A fraud destroyed is no great loss |
| Lame highs for beat nights |
| Waterlines and bro fights |
| White lines for low heights |
| Chipped teeth, cracked waterpipes |