manic_panic
Bluelighter
“BrainDead”
Skippin’ on the edge
Makin’ praise to my pledge
I feel some scramble in my head
Like I’ll ramble ‘til I’m dead
You can do it all, you should try
‘Cause any second you could die
Words of wisdom, lengthy sighs
Kick the spirits up on high
It’s somethin’ I don’t dread
But it’s somethin’ that I said
I would just lay down in bed
But all I see is red
and I don’t wanna be upset, so…
Enough said!
~
“8-Ball”
Point my finger on snake eyes’ dice
I show you my demeanor
You’re slender and blending offbeat colors
Your technique is not stale but solid
Strong you sit up straight on the barstool
The pool table is neglected
which wasn’t expected
Eightball never felt so lonely
~
"Simba the Pimp"
Simba the pimp has got it ballin' n' breezy
He kicks his heels downtown, he tours the Big Sleazy
He’s got lockjaw from talkin’ spit to hard-knocks,
‘n all the ladies at the best bars in the Bronx
This Simba is fuckin’ freakin’ wreckless
He oughta look toward gettin’ his hard head checked
but he’s got no time to lose or be reclusive
Each n’ every night he’s got a Cadillac to cruise in
Simba the pimp has got it made like the man
sprawled across the bedroom floor in the blindin' A.M.
Simba gets his rocks off and sniffs up his coke
softly says Howdy Neighbor and comforts his kinfolk
He’s been dwindling downward
like a spiral since high school
There’s a virus in his mind
and black streaks on his cold soul
Simba the pimp has got it more than too easy
while his whores smirk loud, peanut butter & jealousy
He was willin’ to hock his dignity, to make ends meet
when he was a lonesome gal hooker homeless on the street
Skippin’ on the edge
Makin’ praise to my pledge
I feel some scramble in my head
Like I’ll ramble ‘til I’m dead
You can do it all, you should try
‘Cause any second you could die
Words of wisdom, lengthy sighs
Kick the spirits up on high
It’s somethin’ I don’t dread
But it’s somethin’ that I said
I would just lay down in bed
But all I see is red
and I don’t wanna be upset, so…
Enough said!
~
“8-Ball”
Point my finger on snake eyes’ dice
I show you my demeanor
You’re slender and blending offbeat colors
Your technique is not stale but solid
Strong you sit up straight on the barstool
The pool table is neglected
which wasn’t expected
Eightball never felt so lonely
~
"Simba the Pimp"
Simba the pimp has got it ballin' n' breezy
He kicks his heels downtown, he tours the Big Sleazy
He’s got lockjaw from talkin’ spit to hard-knocks,
‘n all the ladies at the best bars in the Bronx
This Simba is fuckin’ freakin’ wreckless
He oughta look toward gettin’ his hard head checked
but he’s got no time to lose or be reclusive
Each n’ every night he’s got a Cadillac to cruise in
Simba the pimp has got it made like the man
sprawled across the bedroom floor in the blindin' A.M.
Simba gets his rocks off and sniffs up his coke
softly says Howdy Neighbor and comforts his kinfolk
He’s been dwindling downward
like a spiral since high school
There’s a virus in his mind
and black streaks on his cold soul
Simba the pimp has got it more than too easy
while his whores smirk loud, peanut butter & jealousy
He was willin’ to hock his dignity, to make ends meet
when he was a lonesome gal hooker homeless on the street
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