[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Honeymoon's over bitch, pretty sure the marriage is
Limpin' through the sofa with a drippy nose embarrasin'
American, muscle got his hustle from a cottonmouth
Tearin' through the muzzle in a subtle hint of common ground
Seek bowls tokers got them loonies in an empty room
Ready for my close-up won't get blown up in a Denny's booth
Anywho, made you [?] on a [?]
[?] on [?] so he can plan his own demise
[?]
Little wings are clipped and closed in [?] holding perfume
Wish it won't get bridges to be repaired in their present state
And matches won't turn [?] into water for your resume
Dedicate this to you as a [?] I want to love to death
The oven it will summon in to wonder if there's supper left
Cupboard theft, mother's up, yellow on a [banal stripe?]
Vodka as a condiment to compliment the Camel lights
Ask me for no favors 'cause the party has a dollar job
[Incomplete]