::12:17:07::

::: Wrong Girl ::: [explicit content]

“Every lady here‘s
got a fat ass”
gigglin’ arms
with a full glass.
Don’t bother bumpin me,
I’ll take a pass
(“I caught you a delicious bass”).

B*tch,
don’t talk to me
unless you’re here
to kill me.
this disease called life
is making me sick, ya see.
and this reality ‘s
got me pukin’ up profanity.

I only came to witness
my man’s art,
but of you
I’ll have no part.
what was that?
did I hear ya fart?
wheel me out
on a stainless cart!

Shelly’s a man
with a girls name,
a little self-conscious
he’s a bit ashamed.
painting a picture
without a frame,
this guy here
is in the game.

Brushin’ to the beat
is his thing.
I arrived late
missed him fling.
Wednesday night
no parking,
this week no
“Corean” Queen

Now I’m ‘bout to fall out
like a stone,
sleeping in a cold bed
all alone.
call to my mama
for an ice-cream cone,
but here comes china-girl
on the phone.

Late night hours
when we talk,
nighttime minutes
as we squawk.
memory lane is
where we walk,
she’s no monkey
but I’m no hawk.

I’m in love
with the wrong girl,
popcorn on the
tilt-a-whirl.
travel with her
to the end of the world,
but tell her and
she’s bound to hurl.

And there’s the speed bump
in my rhyme,
always too silly
always the wrong time.
I don’t get drunk,
I don’t drink wine,
destroy a friendship?
(“won’t you be mine”?)

that fat motherf*cker
took a wrong turn.
he’s so stubborn,
he’ll never learn.
and, that’s where it ends
the other heartburn.
turn my attention
to new concerns.

Peace!

Written by: ~ Pathetica