i know a man who was born with his heart on the outside.

every man's worst fear, he also had heavy hands.

he couldn't touch his lover's face, he couldn't hold the baby.

he would never desert 'em, but he was worried he's hurt 'em, maybe.

 mad at the world, his face turned hot pink.

the best he could do was just try and not think.

 but he was too bothered, so he would only try rarely.

 he read the last page of every book in the library.

he lacked the charisma of a true revolutionary.

crime fighter, would try to write, but kept breaking his typewriter.

he'd preach his manifesto like a militant radical.

was dilligent, but his greatest mistakes were grammatical.

if he only spent more time rehearsing, preparing,

there wouldn't have to be so much cursing and swearing.

eyes on fire, his volume was blistering.

 no one had taught him about the power of whispering.

 he is dynamite: blows kisses, eats dirt. mouth of a volcano, he is a t-shirt.

he stands on stilts, but doesn't stand for funny stuff.

 ask me? he just hasn't been around the sun enough.

 he paints self-portraits with a ruler, only eats corn, and then tries to sell his own soul on the street corner.

 he always remembers everyone's numbers and sometimes cries into his own cumbersome hands.

Fuck you, fuck me, fuck us
Fuck Tom fuck Mary fuck Gus
Fuck dairies, fuck the west coast and fuck everybody on the east
EAT SHIT AND DIE, or fuck off atleast
Fuck pre-schoolers, fuck rulers, kings and queens fuck gold jewlers
Fuck wine coolers
Fuck chickens, fuck ducks
Everybody in your crew sucks punk motha fucks
Fuck cridicts, fuck your review
Even if you like me, FUCK YOU!
Fuck your mom, fuck your moms mamma
Fuck the Beastie Boy's and the dalai llama
Fuck the rain forest, fuck a forest gump
You probably like it in the RUMP, fuck a shoe pump
Fuck the real deal, and fuck all the fakes
Fuck all 52 states, oooh
And fuck you
Fuck opera fuck oprah fuck a soap opera
Fuck a pop locker and a cock blocker
Fuck your girlfriend I probably did her already
Fuck Kile and his brother Tom Petty, jump steady
My homie fuck 'em what are ya gonna do
Fuck that bitch man fuck you
Yeah well fuck you to
Don't bother to analyze these rhymes
In this song I say FUCK 93 times
Fuck the president, fuck your welfare
Fuck your government and fuck Fred Bear
Fuck Newgent, like anybody gives a fuck
You like to hunt a lot, SO FUCKIN WHAT!
Fuck disco, count a monty crisco
Fuck cisco, and Jack and Jerry Brisco
And fuck everyone that went down with the titanic, in a panic
I'm like, FUCK YOU ALL!!!!
Fuck Celine Deon and fuck Deon Walrick
You both make me sick, suck my dick
Fuck the Berlin wall, both sides of it
And fuck Lial Luvit, whoever the fuck that is
Fuck everybody in the hemisphere
Fuck them across the world and fuck them right here
You know the guy who operates the Rouge river draw bridge in delray on jefferson?
FUCK HIM!
Fuck your idea, fuck your gonarea, fuck your diareah, Rocky Miavia
Fuck your wife your homie did he's fuckin you
Fuck the police and the 50 to
Fuck Spin, Rolling Stone, and fuck Vibe
Fuck everybody inside
Whoevers on the cover, fuck his mother
Fuck your homies little brother from along the way
And fuck Violent J...

Buck 65
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When I cheated on Sarah
I couldn't bring myself to speak
I couldn't sleep I couldn't concentrate I was weak
I was strangled by guilt my heart was a glass bowl
A stone in my throat I acted like an a**hole
Sick to my stomach knowing I should burn in bed
Mad at myself I took it out on her instead

Pushing it down
Being nice just felt phony
Afraid of the phone ringing
Not alone but feeling lonely
Digging a hole
Now that I got a taste
I couldn't get rid of it
An idiot, what a waste
Paranoid and disapointed living in nightmare
My every opportunity to wash my hands was right there

When I cheated on Sarah
There wasn't a star in the sky
It was covered in clouds and I started to cry
I was cold and I deserved to be
Hardened and worthless
Windows painted shut
Rebel without a purpose
Clown smoking cigarettes
I think I thought I heard her name
Killing time abide my hands waiting for the hurricane

I'm tired out
Pave the way
Too low on gas to save the day
Slaves and outlaws
Kings and pharohs
No Tomorrow
Slings and arrows
I'm tired out
I'm tired out
Make the bed
Sream loud enough to wake the dead
Light a match
Break the bread
All I can do is shake the head
This is what I really am

When Sarah found out I cheated on her
Everything went to pieces
Hachets were dug up
My desperate words were meant for Jesus
I wanted to die
The future wasn't often stable
Photographs burnt while I stared at the coffee table
A little dog laughed
Shaded the ceiling fan
Words like broken glass

Eye of the storm
We passed damage back and forth
Cool of her to be so kind
She said I made a fool of her
I ruined the sand castle
Skeleton feeling mourn
People were dying now and babies were being born
Caught in the headlights
The rest of the day coming
I pulled at my sleeve while she begged me to say something

I'm tired out
Pave the way
Too low on gas to save the day
Slaves and outlaws
Kings and pharohs
No Tomorrow
Slings and arrows
I'm tired out
I'm tired out
Make the bed
Sream loud enough to wake the dead
Light a match
Break the bread
All I can do is shake my head
This is what I really am...