Plan B (II)

 

The withdraw from drugs, to wake up on the wrong side of the bed.

She replaces ur head with her kid that's dead.

And with her morning wood, she abducts your mind.

And she got ur stroke down to the "right" time.


Now on to work, to listen to the Radio that lies.

And here's ur first thought, ur bitch is ur drive.

In other words, it hurts, but ur always down to flirt.

And at the very second, you hear, "You were!"


But as long as you can release the beast, ur cheap.

You're reminded that you always reap is what you sow.

And the Show is an eternity, to miss the Air Force One.

And then you tell ur Shih Tzu to eventually come.

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