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Uh, okay, we're going to do a new song
It's a man named, uh
Morgan Davis,
left the house to get some Cream of Wheat
And came with a little bit more
All right, this Joe DeLorenza

His is tired, she wants to sleep
But all that Davis wants is Cream of Wheat
He waits and when she out the lights
He through the darkness
As he to the night

This boring and he leads of buying and selling stocks
Makes him feel he's growing old and
There's no joy or strife just by time
In this boring

He the lights, the Jaz, a piece of ass
A toothless bitch to blow him for a of crack
He cooks his junk in Gatorade
And scores a bag of chronic on the MLK

The life and he leads it
By selling drugs keeps him up at
He's hash, screwing trailer trash
Hey, he's cash, it's a whoring life

My friends are all salesman, my wife is a
There be something bigger I can stick in my butt
The IRS is auditing, my is in a rut

And so fired his heat, he's blown his blow
It's coming up on sunrise and time to go
He like barf, his hair's a mess
He the coke and lipstick off his fat, hairy, chest

He stumbles home from a show
He will be at in an hour or so
He crawls in bed with his sleeping
Just a night to break up his life