godfather and his dog haus

ole rob is talking
all that blah blah blah
steady stream of chinglish
from godfather Russia
thereís drugs all on the table
the liquor is running out
oh to be a fly on the wall
and see what itís all about
a straight up mad bin
walking around talking trash
damn, get back to the dog house
with your shit talking ass
fuck, did you even hear what he said
spitting deep shit in four languages
something about the bloody universe
and no sleep cause weíre all savages
oh, to be a fly on that wall
think I got a little contact buzz
weed and cigarette smoke curling
canít nobody shut the fuck up
weíve got one in the corner
another over there philosophizing
and god, they all talk at once
my brain is straight up splicing
this is the mad dogís haus
one is even in a real dog house
and no i donít care to leave
but I guess I have to let him out
take your ass to bed already
been on this wall for four fucking days
iím so ready to close my eyes
but not ready to end the haze
Written by LivDiane
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Channeling my inner CarpeNoct!
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