I was born for this Reflexes like a puss Even when I’m pissed

To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you

Lord and Jesus Christ Don’t forget the lice Spiders, ticks, and skeeters All the heeby-jeebers They’ve got their own place

I am not an actor That is plain to see I am just a shepherd Tending to his sheep Try to keep them safe from

I don’t know what, quite, will unf… I only see silver and gold That’s all I need to tightly hold Onto this dream of getting old

Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in

Always lived a life that’s been Filled with devils, marked by sin Never thought my darker side Be the thing that brings you light

Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.

Ev’rything about my life Tells me that you’re poison If you’ve ever heard of me You know I don’t listen

There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

Don’t think that we Should berate I feel we must Coruscate Not focus on