Dionysus Defamed Ft. Vera Goodwin Brown by Desir published on 2013/02/01 22:52:10 +0000 I'm terrified of these birds. I'm very high and I serve, slick schtick and dick yeah this that and the third. I'm gift wrapped with the nerve to front like I'm not absurd. My package is intact; the content's disturbed. As my cock thickens like plot from Dickens I jerk with spicy chickens down the block from sit-ins. Dionysus renamed, these retrained wiccans, free love and D-cups to detain victims. This song's for CJ said he liked the way I sing, let me talk about the 3-ways without making conscience sting. Chorus: We called them whores to keep em churnin' out babies lazy lazy We called em sluts to hurt their job options cheap talkin talkin We've made objects of vessels, what a concept to wrestle. Patriarchs lock up your daughters, and arm your sons. Back From the Banger. Heart of Chambers thumped & we humped as distant strangers. My blistered sister said that lust is born of anger, type of stuff to make your crush crush Jesus in his manger. Met Dionysus with disgust; I defamed her. Just tryna stay in front of the field like Rodney Danger. Good grief this idiomatic speech got idiots on the wall, driving me up the street to the beach house where I brought her freak out. Desire's so strong that I'd rather not speak bout. Chorus Aw sheesh! Desire bears thiefs. Creeps off the street with their hands up your sheets demand relief from Vagina Dentata, looking for love but Apollo's left nada. Hakuna Matata, women as pinatas prada purses placating the rosters. Reagan babies all throwing up the shocker streamers and screamers in the home-team locker. I just want to stay behind your Franz like Kafka, tie both your hands and replace you with imposters.