Carl's Job

(bass)
A schlong strong for the chore
In search of whore
Do a door-to-door
Brothel tour/
Spotted
Keep wallets for cheap harlots,
kick a deep sonnet while the sheets stench of mullet,
On some, "Roses are red, so are your boobs
be a good girl and kill what I left in your tubes"/
Dude I should have thanked her
At least not go blab it out like some sorta anchor//
(bass)
That's your daughter,
she threw herself, I caught her.
Slaughter the cat for fun
For I'm the Supah/
with ways to kill a cat
some call it karma sutra/
Gupta type flyness
Finance wise I'm poor/
Raw,
Like these things come with a cure/

Neat, neat
Neat line pennin' splendid out this earth pattern,
A scatterbrain who claims he came from Saturn,
Sat on the rooftop hitchhiking space ships, at age 6,
An in vain trip, plan to evade the matrix//
A loner left hangin' like askin', "where the beat went?"
Imaginary friend givin' me the silent treatment,
Avoid the freakazoid void of kind ways to kill time,
Find the cuckoo bird out the clock with a split spine//
Ow my,
What I mess I just made/
Before he comes in,
I best to hide the blade//

Uhm well.
The predicament,
Is to figure where the nigga went
With intent,
To get plaak at least leased or rent
He was bent,
Knowing that it's not worth a meagre cent
Yet he meant,
To boast a fortune like a Jigga rant//
On proposal.
Met a punk Mozart
true goth fan,
Not your man who's a poser
Skull tattoos,
Dude had a real froze heart
Satan freak,
Blood was the deal closer//
(bass)