The whole thing was Faustian
A baby with the devil, I had Couvade syndrome
Maroon skin grown, my own spawn's a sin gnome
Hell's been home, drank soup that's never been cold
The month has no 32 like a MAC-11 do
"Good in the sack" proved very true
Slept through untouched man, a Mary Sue
Negligence, rushing to marry groom
The mail-order bride boom
Enough proof that most love is to use you
Wake up you crap boastive rude dude
And discuss what grew your most chewed food
You're better off coming off, whatever I won't repeat that
You're better to keep that, your mother, your brother, another can see that
I'm bringing the beat back
The hellish of grooves and I'm hoping you peep that
Stick to what's cherished to you not what's cherished in groups, like this here trick or treat rap
Struck by succubus, I was fully aware
She got Subutex to replace the heron in here
Grande horizontale, I knew she was gone, well
When to get high as hell she started pawning off her moll tail
She's on the corner, then he saw her, then he bought her off
The Ben Wa balls, anal beads, passed on Mardi Gras
Hairy frotter and his half chubbed dick
Scary father type with a chamber of secrets
Blamed on the cheap dish, aimless and meatless
Claimed this the weakness that paved her to beat this
Gonk, kerb crawler, muttonmonger john upon her
Strong hurting proper punch plunged upon the goner
Fled the scene with some partial coverage like a brownout
Bed was clean but the marshal hovering with the foul mouth
Seething when they see thee, easy dreaming seizing, you deceiving
Evil thing for feeding, thee believing, all you fiends misleading
Honest to gosh you're vicious, always on a mission
On and on officious
They're coming they're running they're gunning they're wanting
Their something something, something's bugging them
Humpty Dumpty's done again, bumped his shell and dumped what's in
All the king's horses, all the king's men