Less Than Fresh
Do you ever feel...?
Mama... does your womb ever hurt?
Do your insides quake?
Do you ever...?
Sometimes you feel less than fresh... (fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh Pussy)
Sometimes you feel less than fresh... (fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh Pussy)
Neurologically magical logic evacuated phonies preform felacio
Even bitches are opening up to see their fallopian tube-age
You puffing dubbage I'm reaching in your mind like a cookie jar stirring shit up
Maneuver through manure braincells are fewer I'm sure
Sicker than licking piss puddles from bum dicks in a sewer
To study me is astrology follow my labyrinth will lose you
Like Disney on acid multifaceted fascinating
No such thing as a circle just a buncha little bitty angles
Manic encyclopedia Britannica mass media addict
My mind is Attica cynical step and lay perpendicular to vertical
I stand between your I and Q with something... something
New and improved taboo voodoo for you
I'll keep it simple I ain't shit... (Fresh)
Sometimes you feel less than fresh... (fresh, fresh, fresh, Pussy)
Sometimes you feel less than fresh... (fresh, fresh, fresh, Pussy)
Sometimes you feel less than fresh... (fresh, fresh, fresh)
Sometimes you feel less than fresh... (fresh, fresh, fresh, Pussy)
I woke up with the sickest concoction in the left ventricle of my tonsil
I preceded to clear my throat and rip your head unstoppable
Copulating with Saline Susan and Silicon Sandra
Borderline prostitutes breeding in Atlanta
Running my head up under truck tires
I'm psychodynamic sociopathic
Shooting out chicken bones much like the Heimlich
Maneuver in the pathology of a paranoid schizophrenic
Paragraph a inch from out my flow chart and encephalograph
That's why I'm chewing on a newborn calf
Or is veal out of all the living and breathing animals
Humans are still the most unmistakeably ill mammals on pills
This is your right brain on that shot of dope your left brain on a bible
In your central nervous system being plucked with pliers
And what's even more unbelievable than what I just expired
Is that I wrote this rhyme on tranquilizers
Pull your upper jaw completely out the front of your face
Sometimes you feel less than fresh... (fresh, fresh, fresh, Pussy)
Sometimes you feel less than fresh... (fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh)
Sometimes you feel less than fresh... (fresh, fresh, fresh, Pussy)
Sometimes you feel less than fresh... (fresh, fresh, fresh, Pussy)
And now I'm sitting seeing sores dying vomiting it's yours
We go for our sick insanity multiple personality
You understanding me your canopy landed me a little too far fetched
Losing my shit in verbal assaults with those who were caught
Up in my head I ain't wishing to be dead though the dream is to
Feel the stress upon my shoulders full of lead I seen the devil witnessing God
Upon my trouble and take on another task with his sassy ass
Echoed in my evil laugh while my mother gasps for air in expression to her gray hair
It's all my fault so go ahead and lay my body in the vault cause to me that means a lot
Incarcerating me forever in the dark believe that love is a punishment in the 3rd degree
Molesting my arteries raping my conscience nonsense and exposing my emotions
In society how life can be stable just hook a wire in ass
And reveal my past on basic cable
Sometimes you feel less than fresh... (fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh Pussy)
Sometimes you feel less than fresh... (fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh Pussy)
Sometimes you feel less than fresh... (fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh Pussy)
Sometimes you feel less than fresh... (fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh Pussy)