John Bellows - FFF
Pink and purple polka dots, I'm the foreign relations guyI'm a loafer, I'm a freak, I'm the secret birthday streak
I'm the flavor of the month, pound into a sucker punch
Slimy stimulated cock, curled up like a jester's sock
Started a fire, named it "Sire", killed a million people
Crumpled muscles all contracting, flimsy, floppy, feeble
In a doggy sweater, muffling muzzle, biting my own teeth out
Dripping soda through my nose, psychedelic freakout
Friar a Jacque's long lost dad, knocked out in a wrestling match
Bouncing, balling, dinging, donging, slurping, smoking, cherry bombing
I trip acid, I smoke pot, higher than an astronaut
So don't come knocking down my door cause I can't get up off this floor
Started a fire, named it "Sire", killed a million people
Crumpled muscles all contracting, flimsy, floppy, feeble
Now I'm kissing babies, petting kittens, such a gentle creature
And I would hold my only child if I could only reach her
Written by:
John Wheatley
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