Explain sorbet, the word not the ice cream. A different orange like a tangerine. Now take ‘pervert, make it look like sor-bet it’d be spelled porvet, the English language is out of orbit. Make ya laugh till your core’s fit, till your pants are shit, I’m Smokin cancer sticks even though I wanna quit, a funny lil hypocrite with a big dick, blowing o-rings makin oh-faces when I hit, Office Space legitimate. Consider the inconsiderate and get rid of it, these disgraceful legislators don’t deserve to hold their places. Horses with blinders on their faces, when you gonna jump the fence and run your own races? Ditch the jockey- playin tonsil hockey, got the g-spot key, knuckle puck in the net ya can’t stop me in the Flying V? Copy? Can you cop E? Inconsiderate! They never had a jigger big enough to deliver the killer dose of Kryptonite it’d take for me to kiss the rose; they never had it figured that the kid could bluff, my liver’s tough, the world’s corrupt, tank on ‘E’ had to filler up but I’m movin now, had a couple kinks in the hose, if your lips are tight I’ll tell you some things that hardly anybody knows. Pay the price though, or else fold, or else go, in other words- make like Jack and hit the road. I’m really not that cold, I might just be gettin old, just like this joke. Almost all my words should be in italic bold. Almost all of you birds don’t seem to have a soul, only sing when the sun shines. These advertisements and poster child’s, jokers bullshit stacked higher than Gomer Pyle. Any mathematician would admit it’d take a while to acquire that volume of shit. Single-file with my style, not much like it, no denial there, been known for my wildness, wildebeest in the wilderness would kill for this, my will to win could fill a gym if it were a crowd, and the louder we get the more we’re not allowed, gotta serious problem with this that’s why I smoke loud, lost in the cloud till I come back down, another day another world spun round. Floating tryin to stay grounded.