Cop rolls by and he’s nibbling on a sweet confection.
Streetlights flash in my eyes from every direction
And putting steel on my wrists is that pig’s obsession.
He can’t see me ‘cause the night is my soul’s protection.
I’d punch his mouth but he’s got a fucking Smith and Wesson.
That’s not all, just a taste of talent’s selection.
Son of Pan, immortal life without introspection,
Can’t talk ‘bout women since I am the picture of discretion,
But if you wonder who’s the greatest I’ll answer the question:
The bi girls say that I should give the lesbians lessons.
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