My closest friend Linoleum

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Barefoot  
Singing gibberish  
Dancing beachside with girls playing violins  
 
You lebowski or was it Rourke spun?
All those women you would entice back to the lair aka your love shack
 
Me, just a stray cat project, sleeping on the porch , doing odd jobs for board
You, a shit talker, straight shooting king pin
 
What you saw in me , only you knew
You never did speak of those, who got close enough to run with you, mise en place, they all knew their role's  
 
Except me, it was chauffeuring you around
that night you ate the brunette out on the hood of my Ford lazer
 
You want to join in
or has those wash bags fucked you
FUCKIN PUSSY
 
Truth be told was thinking about that shotgun you had us handle, extra set of fingerprints and all
Was thinking where to place it
The chest or the cerebral cortex