CHORUS:
Touch, feel, loving and the lust/ Clutched by the hand that taught us how to $#&@/ Future, present, dwellin' in the past/ Owned by the man that taught us how to laugh. X2


VERSE ONE:
Bought a bottle of forget me not/ Got you listening to this wicked hippie talk/ Got a drink mixed with a little entertainment, fame and tonight I got a $#&@ing date with the pavement/ $#&@ a chuck at me, what the $#&@ is up with me, got me $#&@ing chuckling and chugalugging in the backseat/ Grab the poison and disguse it as the remedy/ Put it in a bag and eat it up like it's pedigree/ And in a minute I'll be sitting in the sink busy puking guts up $#&@ed up what you think.


VERSE TWO:
I was drinking now I'm driving and riding up on the island/ Got the windows rolled up puff puff I'm a tyrant/ Spittin' so violent cover scars with the makeup/ Steal the paint smear the blood with the paintbrush/ I'm dissing (*##$es it's just what my brain does/ Sick of the same stuff that you're made of/ Up up mother$#&@er and away we go and I aint coming home till I'm playing on the radio/ Maybe I can grow to be a magazine centerfold but don't say stop cause what I do is incredible.


CHORUS:
Touch, feel, loving and the lust/ Clutched by the hand that taught us how to $#&@/ Future, present, dwellin' in the past/ Owned by the man that taught us how to laugh. X2


VERSE THREE:
The aftermath is much more beautiful than the tragedy/ So look away while I beat these scene kids bad-ily/ $$#ualt, murder, escaped and battery duct tape your face and rape your whole family/ I'm clubbin' to death these little !@$)gots on the dance floor/ Giving them the dick that they've so asked for/ Call me an $$#hole that's what I rap for an attitude stirring up your panties till your backs sore/ Grab some more $#&@s dump them out and laugh at you/ Whippin' out my dick $#&@ing (*##$ teachers after school.


VERSE FOUR:
We're laughing at your $$# we're not even mad at all/ So we made to pots of coffee and took and adderal/ When you're dissin' (*##$es they're still listening it's funny isn't it taking your (*##$es #~!!@ like let me cristen this/ It's purger in the jury and then cussin' in the court but of course I'm a !@$^ star looking for a !@^%/ Your opinion is wrong and what I'm saying is right/ So start singing along because what I'm saying is tight/ I'm done with your weak $$# rhymes shut the blinds out/ Shut your $#&@ing mouth $#&@ing teeth like Amy Winehouse.


CHORUS:
Touch, feel, loving and the lust/ Clutched by the hand that taught us how to $#&@/ Future, present, dwellin' in the past/ Owned by the man that taught us how to laugh. X2