Sex, Drugs, and Rimjobs

i'm drunk as hell
      so i'll allow
 the flowage of wow
         from a place buried
                     beneath the inner layer
          unleash the player
               to admit
                         the wit
       is just a passive aggressive skit
                                   to ask for the hit
                                            of the right tit
then the left
          then the neck
                  i wanna bite
        like my lip
                 while you weren't looking
      did you feel my eyes cooking
                              your ass crack
             aight
                i'll admit that
     i wanna hit that
                        give a smack
                                    open palm
            like napalm
                        sendin' a shock wave
 through your shit cave
                       so i can invade
         and tongue stave
                        and behave
  from inebriation
                to shake off this nation
and tune into the station
                    of chronic masturbation
                                  that accepts infatuation
  without the burden of procreation
                     FUCKING
                                for the fucking fun of it
        instead of ducking
controversy
           with courtesy
                           and plucking
 curtsies
         and court seats
                        for sucking
       the gun of morality
                      a straight shot to the head
from  the gun of legality
                                                      HA!
                         this precious reality
                  crumbles
and humbles
         the mumbles
                    of reason
                            as coke blows
 penetrate my nose holes
                                  before my tongue strolls
             around buttholes
of staggering crack hoes
                       while burning tobacco
                                    numbs the attack of
the bacco
       seeking the pay dirt
to expose
             holes
                            where gold shows
all of the sorrows
                     that i have swallowed
        to borrow
                a stay of execution
                                       from the woes
     of tomorrow
                     while time flows
like a slideshow
                  of shadow
                               OH NO!
    i don't know
                     how to toll
the hellish bell of hydro
                             that pollutes
              and refutes
        the swelling
                              there is no telling
   why
        but it reinflates
                          by smelling
    swampy humid ass sweat
                               and hardens from yelling
      the sound of distress
                    from an innocent temptress
                                     raped with no witness
bloodied by mistrust
                     but it's nobody's business
      in which ass i thrust
                        or which thoughts i trust
to rectify a nut bust
                                    though it may disgust
                  the side the world sees
 it inevitably
           is still a part of me
a knight of democracy
                    that quests from debauchery
                                wrapped in indecency
        yet lives in discrepancy        
                                     and sleeps with melancholy
                          and her slut sister sobriety
                    FUCK!