Excuse my language.

Fuck* man.
Yeah,
That's right.

I got crazy
spinning thoughts
I got crazy
plastic forks

I got a
two flush toilet
and a tin of boiled pork.

Duck man.
Boy,
He can fight.

He got crazy
kung fu feet
He got tender
breast meat

He got a
scar from Vietnam
and intolerance to wheat.

Lady man.
Oh,
What a sight.

She got crazy
lady bits
She got crazy
man tits

She got a
dental bill from Georgia
and some underwear that fits.

Man man.
Mmmm,
He just might.

He's a man
who don't rhyme
all he ever says is
...
...
... ... cunt*.



The Fantastic Four.

*(Sorry about the foul language mum.)