Atomic Bombastic Collaboration

(collab of Gg, Shaman and Prophet)  
 
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Bad luck sucks,  
My truck got stuck,
I'm the oyster that got shucked
I feel I’m fucked
 
Singing in the rain
Disintegrated pain
I'm one and the same
Is my refrain
 
To boot my shoe got caught on bob-wire  
So I kicked the fucking tire  
I'm so fucked up  
I wish I never got up
 
My life's quest
Is to be the best
Let's get this off our chest:
We say "Fuck the Rest!"
 
Honeycomb breasts licked
Fantasies of that shit
Won't quit
Bite every last bit of your sexual fit
 
Just had to lay my cat to rest  
Talk about a test  
My grandma swears she sees my dead grandpa Ness
 
Fueled on caffeine  
I'm walking in a dream  
Fucked up fantasies of you and me
 
Ready for our date
The time is too late
To wait and masturbate
Before I succumb to fate
 
Fate is my enemy  
I need reality to settle me  
I want some fun in the sun  
With enough money to buy me bubble gum
 
Build the Lego blocks
Balanced on Cock Socks
Life's One Big Shock
When the clock ceases to tock
 
It was the teachings of the elf
to give pleasure to myself
I won't delay til I've won the prize
a sticky climax is no surprise
 
To say I was never shy
Would be a great big lie
That's why I hide away
And pleasure myself all day
 
You need to pick up the pace  
I'm like a mad women running in mind game maze
The never ending story is here to stay,
enjoy, it only lasts a day
 
I don't know why I hide
From the Princess Bride,
The evil prince did win her
As I sat and ate my dinner
 
This week's special meal
Only a $1.99 is a steal
Especially when you feel
It's better than porno reel
 
Watching you pleasure yourself makes me sick  
Just be a man find a women to give the dick  
It's ok I won't tell.
Just pray the bitch doesn't have herpes or something else
 
I'm never rude just blunt, yes I tell the truth  
Like Chris is hot and I love me some cops  
And I can dance to the beat of any drum
 
No glove no love
is what they always say
But I pray for skin on skin,
With the sin of pleasure, we play
 
Stop handing out gum
When don't understand the sum
Just add cum to rum
Don't ya know I gotta green thumb?
 
Swaying my hips from side to side  
While I sit back and sing my oh my  
Makes your mind whirl you think
 
Keep smooth, keep it slick,
Bursting like New Year confetti,
She takes a hold of my dick,
Together, we get hot and sweaty
 
The fighting power rangers
Living breathing dangers
Of extra terrestrial strangers
Fat wad money exchangers
 
Making the best of this mess
We gotta clean up the rest
This *bleep* is NOT a test
Stop tea-bagging my chest!
 
Life itself doesn't suck
On our own we change our luck
If we choose to clean the muck,
The hour's late, the chime has struck
 
Life a of a poet  
Is always starving in the moment  
Mind moving from phrase to phrase  
You better have a pen your fucked it will vanish and then?
 
It's not about takin' home the bacon,
It's about being true, not just fakin'
Feel the ground as it starts quakin'
Hope your soul is not forsaken
 
Find the bears in their den
Wickedness resides in the hearts of men
Who I am now isn't who I was then
It's up to me to reverse how my life has been
 
Tick tock Gigi ran up the clock  
When it strikes one Gigi will be done  
Tick tock
 
Life isn't easy  
Eve made it that way
If she didn't eat the apple maybe we'd have some good days
 
Goldilocks did break and enter
She forgot to ground and center,
Bears didn't turn her out into the cold,
They made a feast of flesh before it got old
 
Poly was cute little girl
She liked to spin, she liked to whirl
She knew a trick with her tongue to make it curl
And sink it so deep, she'd pull out a pearl
 
I fear I lost my way,
there's nothing I can say
Afraid I cannot stay;
It's sure been one fucked up day
 
I say we stop
Or the bottom might drop
Our arteries have a clot
Might have a heart attack on the spot
 
Do you know what a plug is?  
That's the man that annoys the hell out of you  
Always talking acting like he's so cool
I'd like to punch that dude a time or two
 
I think we entertained the crowd enough
Let's hit the road and get some grub  
Hopefully they won't jack off way to much  
I'll have to hit Joseph with Chris's golf clubs
 
Dr. Seuss is on the Loose,
So we shout out loud "hey, Seuss",
Outside, my cold feet are numbing,
Waiting for his second coming,
 
Rub a dub dub, three poets in a tub,
They made sure to say thanks for the grub
Please scratch my back and give it a rub
And play that slow song, you know, the dub