Just a short, fucked up song.
(Chorus)
Woe is me/
For you to notice me I'll go to extremes/
Watch you at night from my hotel suite/
So go to sleep!...so to speak...
I'm an animal unless I've got laid/
but you see, I never have to impress my hot dates/
just stretch the scotch tape/
over her face while she's goin' on about "Oh, I guess I lost weight"/
and stick my dick in her ass...it's how I checks her prostate/
as she begs to God, "Wait!/
Think about what you're doing!!" Oh, I have...very methodically/
carefully plotting, see, periodically/
I'd follow you home and stare erotically/
at your bare body from the Marriot located there across the street/
(Chorus)
Woe is me/
For you to notice me I'll go to extremes/
Watch you at night from my hotel suite/
So go to sleep, so to speak...
(Bridge)
These rhyme scheeemes
make me forget the crime sceeenes
The plan was to borrow some milk and sugar/
she denied, so I killed the hooker!/
even with her eyes gouged out, she's still a looker/
just call me Bill The Butcher/
all's I wanted was to make a cake with some brown sugar, but "Hooker, now I'ma make you pay!"/
should I cook her now while I bake souffle?/
Nah, took her down to the Naples Bay/
wrapped her foot around with an ankle weight/
looked around, yah, it's safe to say/
I can push her out, and should she drown, then I'm booking town with a fake toupee/
but till then let's b-b-boogie down till the break of day!!/
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