father…

(1)father Eugene tells me
(1)”yes i have seen Elvis,
(1)he was obscene, pelvis
(1)shakin the scene,” well it’s
(1)all good indeed, that he
(1)live like the king, i don’t
(1)want to be mean but i
(1)think i can beat-that

(1)girls in my cadillac, i
got bad vision cataract but
i know when a baby got
back when my slacks don’t

slack, heehee harhar i got these
(1)girls in my car pull out from
elementary school par-king
lot’s of little fools they barking
“hey man, that’s my girl” well get a
job, you twelve year old if champagne
flutes you can’t afford, then
go home play with megazord.

whores, come in all ages and sizes
eat em cherry pie you know i eat em by the slices
louis anderson you know he told me what the life is
gettin bitches, every color don’t forget the light skins

i’m hungry. dins

hey…

hey party people
don’t call me equal
i’m sweet and low i got no
chase on the steeple
meat by the beefful
sleep in and greet yull
every time i’m out i drink a heart full of evil

no body likes a com-
plainer we all like maca-
rener maria rilke got
verses that he built a
out of sand a fog and
out of cabin logs and
lincoln’s from kentucky but he
got a lot of log full of blog got a
bog full of frog but i’m
not gonna stop till i
got me full of god

maaandt, every music is good if you’re moving to it

so i’ve been having a the problem: i can’t feel music a lot these days. like shit always used to make me be all like ‘jyeajyeajyeajyeajyea’ no matter if it was a miley cyrus or cypress hill or hill school string quartet (it is high school where the party moose has perhaps began).

i woke up and was told by daftpop.wordpress.com to listen to Echo by Ciara and Echo by R. Kelly and i was like “mmmahhhhndt. i know this songs is so good but i just cant’ feel it” then i closed my laptop (i have decoded the secrets of closing your laptop while having it stay on (DUUUDE!)) and i started to moving and shaking it and daaaym. it worked! mehheheheheyne. here is those tracks. the partymoose is backs. i am so happy i have my dream job of holding one of those signs for like “this is verizon wireless” and now i can blast these beats all day and do the move to em. ‘movement is the best medicine’ is what this one tylenol billboard said. jyeaaaaa forushure.

Ciara – Echo

R. Kelly – Echo

partymoose…

partymoose, i’m a douche
no one likes me, no one knew
how much i have done to screw
up my life and make it poo

but no fret. got this drenk.
three more chugs and i’ll forget.

i’ll forgive, all my sins
with a can of tonic gin
it will be, everything
that i wished for in my driims

somethin…

somethins gettin me all
uptight and bumpin in my
chest not right feel e-
ruption down the line from my
mind, or my fists, or this
black liquor-ish. it will
grant every wish, every
fish on a dish –five hundred

(1) break bread with your
head make sense, in-
sence, incest makes a
woman insist that she
ingest love sweat in
front of her parents, in
spite of no marriage license
fights turn to pillow fights and
everyone sleep good tonight

(1) but i might like to
mention that i’m not the only
gentleman who goes to bed with
Entenmann’s, tissue box i
think you get my sentiment, i’m

lo-oh oh oh oh oh-ohnly thirty
fo-oh oh oh oh oh-our years but
still, i wa-ah ah ah ah ant. to be
(1) no-ah-ah-ah-ah-ot forgotten when the
clo-ah-ah-ah-ah-ock strikes and
(1) i-ah-ah-ah-ah-i am
(1) go-ah-ah-ah-ah-one tell my
(1) mo-ah-ah-ah-ah-om that i’ll
make it some day out of
hell and be well enough to
see you in your health but what the
hell, that time is na-euw. i wish i had a
(1) ho-oh-oh-oh-oly cow to
(1) ta-ay-ay-ay-ake me from this
(1) pla-ay-ay-ay-ay-ace called dis-
(1) gra-ay-ay-ay-ay-ace i’ve been
(1) ru-uh-uh-uh-unning through this
(1) ra-ay-ay-ay-ay-ace just to
(1) fi-i-i-i-ind me old
(1) pla-ay-ay-ay-ay-ace slap my

face, wanna wake from this
place filled with ayse, filled with
boobs, filled with money filled with
milk, filled with honey. i got
everything i wanted now i
want to get rid of it but i’m
so accustomed to it that i’m
not going to lose it i’ll just
booze it

errands, pick up the diapers

trying

trying starts when
you start trying
buying starts when
you start buyin
flyin cars inside the
uf somethin.

obssessive…

obssessive compulsive disorder i ordered a pickle/ sandwich but man it’s the bread that not what i’m down with and every/ day i wake up worried bout the way that i’m standin and never/ looked into the reason that i feel so much treason and want to/ fly away to poland find a hole to freezin in

spondi…

spondi, trochee, iamb and Conde/ Naste-y, take a photograph and call me jack cheese/ never messed around much with a girl named holly but i/ know she had the glasses on like polly wolly/

doodle all the way and then a/ noodle in the hay is like a/ poodle with a blade of grass be-/tween it’s very legs i don’t know/ what to tell you maen, get a/ horse and brush it’s mane. then ride/ of into the sunset till you reach the port of spain, daaaayyme/ oh

blame it on the alchohol and/ write it on the bathroom stall then/ bite it in the butt and make it watch a video to lollly/ gag into a bag and make a/ stack of them then ask the steward/ ess to make you breakfast then get/ up to feel this next shit, inspection like

gadget. gogogo and then/ hit the flo flo flo and when/ you see me blow blow my/ money, out the door door door/ funny, how i still don’t sow/ my seeds, like a farmer joe joe joe/ pee, out the win dow dow dow/ please, pirate go like yo ho ho, smy steeze.

sear me…

sear me, like tuna tar tar, hear me? goin/ on a trip to never been and far far near me. then i’ll/ find the man i was supposed to be so clearly. after/ that i’m gonna grow myself a long long beardy…

illicit…

Illicit, i rob you for your/ brisket, ice T is on a/ mission, to find the perpetrator make him say he got no/ witness, the miracle of birth without a sickness makes me/ want to find a bride and make eruption till she pump kin hallow/weenie, you never really seen me till i show you my bikini/ i waxed it in brazil around the rio deja-/niri, i’m nearly goin blind from all this dro and drinkin all this liquor/ beery, god take me from this world and people like the dennis/ leary…