Ever been flummoxed to the point that you don’t try?
And the message you can summon is an “oh my”
Yeah that’s a stuck pig and it won’t fly
Maybe you can pretty up the picture with a bow tie

Saying “oh yes, she will mine”
Filthy mind face fine with the ill behind
Front yep, pretty much a milk me sign
Next to step gets a kill me line, and that’s fine
Cause it’s my wife that you’re trying to step to
Never could I own her, but your game is see through
Let’s do a little review on the rebuke
You’re knee deep and digging a bigger hole than he knew
And he had construction equipment, man it must have been different
wingman standing tough in the mission
So when she goes out I’m not concerned in the least
By the time she’s heading home I’m probably asleep
Maybe snoring, catching an elbow to sleep on my side
Dreaming of reason and rime with the means to collide
I mean sometimes I sing songs or rap in my sleep
And she understands but that doesn’t mean that she’s a fan

Ever been flummoxed to the point that you don’t try?
And the message you can summon is an “oh my”
Yeah that’s a stuck pig and it won’t fly
Maybe you can pretty up the picture with a bow tie

Cause there’s no mic and no bar, no crowd to go Gwar
Knowing us If there is, best believe she’s going nuts
So open up your treasure trove and trot your best lines out
Hoping at the end at the end of the night, she’s going to lie down
And you would happen to be next to her
But it’s back to the scene and you’re less assured
Shirts rocking pit stains like Jolie’s sheets
Then comes the look of doom and holy BLEEP
Wishing you were back in your momma’s womb and never got born
Or busting out the descrambler and clocking soft porn
shouts to Emanuelle and Skinemax from way back
But that’s the old days and 8th grade contained that
if that’s your best effort, fine man
If you push her don’t think you won’t feel my wife’s hand
Word to Zambucas, New Year drunken idiots
Nothing harder than sitting down and letting her chump lasciviousness
But hey, that’s just the way that she is
More than handling her own fully able to live

Ever been flummoxed to the point that you don’t try?
And the message you can summon is an “oh my”
Yeah that’s a stuck pig and it won’t fly
Maybe you can pretty up the picture with a bow tie

Strong willed and you don’t want to get on her bad side
But you’re heading there quick after that last line
Fast like the blood rushing into your cheeks
So I sit back and watch it, grin and repeat
Minimum you’ve been in a bleak land where fool’s good reigned
You’re now a square peg Cobain on Soul Train
So consider this a note to the next one
There’s not a battle rap to examine how you’ll get done
Bet the last cat had a lump inside his chest stung
Crying to his mommy for a band aid
And you’re going to respond tough, hiding the pain
Maybe grab your sack and call her a slight of a name
But your voice is going to crack when the word escapes
And go so high it’s like it never heard of bass
And I know why folks try because she’s beautiful
The same way I know that she won’t, she’s unusual
Making all the slick talking guys split
knowing what she wants and guess what? I’m it

Ever been flummoxed to the point that you don’t try?
And the message you can summon is an “oh my”
Yeah that’s a stuck pig and it won’t fly
Maybe you can pretty up the picture with a bow tie

You silly sadists came and got nothing but humiliated