And the peaches & the mangos
You could sell for me..
What do you think my brain is made for
Is it just a container for the mind
This great grey matter
Sensei replied what is your woman
Is she just a container for the child
That soft pink matter
Cotton candy Majin Buu
Close my eyes & fall into you
My god shes giving me pleasure
What if the sky & the stars are for show
And the aliens are watching live
From the purple matter
Sensei went quiet then violent
And we sparred until we both grew tired
Nothing mattered
Cotton candy maajin bu
Dim the lights & fall into you
My god giving me pleasure
Pleasure pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over matter
Since you been gone
I been having withdrawals
You were such a habit to call
I ain't myself at all had to tell myself naw
Shes better with some fella with a regular job
I didnt wanna get her involved
By dinner mr. benjamin was sittin in awe
Hopped into my car drove far
Fars too close & I remember
My memories no sharp
Butter knife what a life anyway
Im building yall a clock stop
What am I hemingway
She had the kind of body
That would probably intimidate
Any of em that were un-southern
Not me cousin
If models are made for modeling
Thick girls are made for cuddlin
Switch worlds & we can huddle then
Who needs another friend
I need to hold your hand
Youd need no other man
Wed flee to other lands
Grey matter
Blue used to be my favorite color
Now I ain't got no choice
Blue matter
Youre good at being bad
Youre bad at being good
For heavens sakes go to hell
Knock knock knock knock on wood
Well frankly when that ocean so muphuckin good
Make her swab the muphuckin wood
Make her walk the muphuckin plank
Make her rob a muphuckin bank
With no mask on & a rusty revolver