Bruisey Peets - Bull Testicles

You cooked me young bull testicles
For breakfast on a school day
You told me that if we got caught
We wouldn't be arrested
"Not us kid!"
We hunted on a private land
Well that's not survival man

I took my first shit in the woods
Behind the richest neighborhood
Where we hunt squirrels illegally
But the squirrel I shot spoke to me
He said, "Man, let me be
All I want is some peace and a nut or two"
But we took off his shirt and pants
And we cooked him in frying pan
And the brain is a delicacy
Yeah just like his testicles

Now I got your beaver hat
That I swiped from your funeral
And I keep it on its own damn shelf
Like a tomb in a glass case
I wear it onto stage sometimes
When I wanna feel connected
To the prickly past that we circumnavigate
Dig thru tradition
Well most of it is horrifying, man
But there's gold in the lessons
And we mine for seeds that connect energies
For protection of the whole damn lot of us

Written by:
Benjamin Usie

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