It’s all chicken but the bill and that’s his pecker
| To those that walk alone, saw the movie by themselves, are going to bed without anyone, to those left field tonight, I think of you, because I’ve been there. |
You give some women heave and earth and they still wanna tobacco field in hell.
If someone can’t hear joy in your silence they will never be able to comprehend the truth in the words you use
U were born an original don’t die a copy. Your tougher than woodpecker lips dipped in cement. Yous slicker than a greased pig at a Mongolian bbq.