Feat. Eligh

(Female voice - talking)

Hey Grouch, I heard your new album
It's so great, I really like it a lot
Hey, um... can I get a tape or something?

Hey, what are you guys doing at the Outhouse?
Can I come over?
Hey lets kick it


(Grouch)
Momma what's wrong with me, I've got a lovely family and friends

And that's enough to make ends meet, $#&@ dividends
But I'll be livin' in a lonely $$# world
Searchin' for the perfect woman, not a little girl

See, they be dressin' all trashy actin' sassy
Spreadin' em for flashy fast talkers with the cash, me
I can't compete with that,

I use a beat and raps, to fill the gap within my soul
But that's gettin' old
And I be gettin' told told to spit game man

But to me that %#@!s lame, I use my mind not a pick-up line
It's sick how quick they find comfort in a one night sin
I might end up celibate for the hell of it

And tell a grip of stories, 'bout how I want a wife
How they be lookin' nice, but don't be actin' right
And if you slackin' they might lead you to debt

Take your last givin penny, the thought makes me stress
Unless, I find a woman with a strong sense of self respect,
I'll be alone, fiending cause I felt neglect


How can something so good be so evil?
Something so right be so wrong?

I want to put trust into people
But I can't so I speak with my song


How can something so good be so evil?
Something so right be so wrong?
I want to put trust into people

But I can't so I speak with my songs

(Eligh)

I grab the notion by the throat
That maybe some day I'll be acompanied
By somebody who trusts in me, deeply

Seeping through walls and blockades
With stockades of armour, and self prepelled hand grenandes
I can tell the age by the rings under her eyes

So when the mental drift develops it comes with no surprise
Unlike most guys I !@#^ize, discuss
Organize and thrust forth with new skin

Like a reptilian, not a warm blooded civilian
I've decided even though I fiend it
There's too much %#@! to catch to do it

And not mean it
Teamin' up on the left and the right
My brain in a vice

Constant rain over my shoulder
And the lightning strikes more than twice
I've hiked through the hot spots

And stood like a statue on city streets
Too busy to notice me
My potency

And the potential poetry seem to be documented
I wont be bothered by (*##$es I keep my watch extended
Feet to cement, I walk away because you pretended


If your walking down the street and you see me all alone
Don't talk to me, I'm in my own place not to be trashed

By any fake dash of a woman of a woman that's atractive
Like you...
Actin' like your walkin' away


Walk Away...
Walkin Away...

(X3 fading...)

Get to steppin!