I said, “You rock” to a mom in a rocking chair
And she got the runs
And I don’t mean a stocking tear
A woman in the elevator asked my son how long he’d been livin
He held up three fingers
But it was inside his mitten
Her self-hate’s got a shelf date
Well wait–
I’m not just a hot guy
I do what I have to do to not die
We only touch when there’s no more room in bed
Last time I saw your twat, it brought a human head
Let’s get extravagant and sex have again
Oh snap, after I snowcapped her whole lap, she gave me a… (slow clap)
(((oh snap!)))