Crony Clit, Part 2

Ah watched em go but I don know
I need a place for heads to hang
Trials I will undergo will erase and defend the whole shebang
O wha she dang or done did do

Ah find the man o Crony Clit
Tah steal dat Chevy an e neck be slit
I’ll bring mah moonshine from the Death Valley to the streets o Babylon
I’ll sing “Die!” like a loon song and expect sadly to meet dem vagabonds
Or reek the lore of the Amazon
Art on fire, art been gone
Chocolate’s a drug ya know
God gouge the funeral crow
But trade it all for de crown o gold

Yer I find Clit dat craven dat kook ah follow dah cron past the tree an past the crook
Ah won’t let dem ravens foretell my death an hiss thy boon of dem silly ol’books

I’ll head dat scum off at de juncture
Cut hiss fucking ead off
Or drive deep in is side
Ha ha! guts spill and lung’s punctured  



Ah’d do it all but my limp hurts like hell
An I’ve felt so small since that pimp threw me down dat well

I remember the fall but I was lost after mah ead got hit
Maybe I’ll take redemption on ma lost libido, an kill Crony Clit
I recall lying on the bottom for quite some time
With mah conscience subsiding I began to submit

I lie living from sucken the walls clean of the grim an the grit
Ah would lick the walls, lick off all of the slime
I recall lying on the bottom for quite some time
Perhaps I’ll do the same, the same to Crony Clit