If you awoke in the woods
with a condom in your butt, would ya tell anyone
wanna go camping
are you understanding
as I, overstep
can I supply Dep
for you’re hair’s out of place
can I Pom-Pom some pep
on your cheerleader face
I’m such a disgrace
when I swim in the deep end
the thing I will say
can I swim in your deep end
I’m such a beast when
the moon shine’s on me
if you don’t want me to eat then
don’t come when I’m hungry
I love the buffet
when I’m wet from the river
eating for days
until table legs quiver
I’m an exceptional swimmer
I rock the man in the boat
I find I’m quite limber
and stay longer afloat
I mark your polo
scratching and biting
to see it solo
it look’s like we’re fighting
but the fire igniting
from liquid fuel
is much more exciting
than the usual duel
Drunken master
has a whole new meaning
when I’m careening
down the river
I’ve stuck slivers
in many a hand
a monster splinter
no man’s land
when skunked I stand for nothing
always busting
rusting locks
my chicken, is the key
I’m sweet
hunting sheep
no wolf disguise
the freak’s beneath
these chlorine eyes
credits
from Reality Cheque,
released March 3, 2011
Written by Wex, Lyrics by Boca, Performed by MHR, Produced by Wex
The London collective combine Afrobeat, dub, Latin music, jazz, and more for an album that simmers and percolates. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 25, 2019