i got that dirty dish dick
i work a hand-job for an hourly wage
produce the revenue
now tell me who is getting played
my hands all cut up
my finger is all pussed out
but i aint fingering a bitch
i catch you lingering with tricks
dish pit, dick wet
cut my self on a broken soup bowl
partially eaten parsley clogs the drain
so i pick it out, dang
lotta cooks take lines to the brain
ease the pain
i dont put things up my nose
find it unfashionable
but i might pop a couple if im feeling bashful
she's bleeding bad now
better wrap it up
that was a clever play on words or something
fuck it
let the brown water fall down it
a super nice sixteen is how emcee fall sounded
fuck emcee fall tho
call me litte aqualung
im the flute that jethro tull sung about
im the fruit of god
yeah, she ate my core
i am that dude
and im making more
hip hop tunes
for you to listen to
i aint even rhyming
im just being habitual

because death by fire
is far from ideal
the health i acquire
from the grease that i steal
the self is for hire
i heard you need people
im real and im young and i rap and im cool, suck my dick

lisa pissed her pants at playtime
it rained today so recess was inside
lisa was cool tho
she was voluptious
she day, make my
she say hi
when i get on the bus
we whisper words and we cuss
then i pushed a crayon right up krissy's puss
but i didnt tell lisa
i fear a fall out
dont want to see no tears fall out her eyelids
we shared a bond in our love for a song by the stone temple pilots
we always sing it on the bus
but now she peed her pants and it makes this dude look sus
i aint even playing much
that piss will dry and turn right to crust
girls - dont get caught with crusty panties
the world is the place where this all must be happening
we're on a spinning rock
not giving a fuck
three years later
i'd be singing the boys are back in town on that stationary truck
monkey bars but -
we never really left
grand theft of my soul
camels crawling through carpet like arabian nights
whos punching a clock and afraid of a fight
i talk to a microphone
life left uncle mike alone
same it did to richard
i tell it in different styled flows
i try to make my family richer
its all i got to do
emcee fall aint bout to do
nothing but stay true
and what is true
anything that aint
and anything that aint not
i might be finite
so at night, i thank God
yeah

im making things happen within imaginary scenarios
your step uncle is cheating on your aunt with my friends cousin
and hes bumping emcee fall out his home stereo
piss off and leave me alone
i dont want to talk to another clone
fuck your small talk
its making me uncomfortable
i want it all, plus a convertible
plus a bag of chicks
complete with open legs
i give them my seed
and then they lay golden eggs
could fall be the father of man
no, fall just got delusions of grandeur
shoulda been a cowboy
smoking weed, listening to creed
i used to play bass for michelle branch
got old and retired like neil young on a ranch
but in my defense, i bought a sweet pair of pants
that draw the ladies eyes to my crotch
the operation smooth, no emcee fall never botch
flannels all up on my corpus like a lady in tights
the mammals that support us getting paid when we fight
im losing train of thought so ima call it a night
and have another weird dream
and another weird day
man, im mainly alright
just know that emcee fall is out for the lots
leave you like jerry lundegard
what the heck do you mean
often times, when on the scene,
i say sixteens that rupture spleens

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