Ticklish

I put your entire reputation inside of a Cadbury Egg, and then I ate it.

There was no press release, not even a whisper, trust me when I tell you I waited.

Count me a no show for your funeral, flowers ten month down the road, my condolence is belated.

I went to bat for you with everything I had, but these type of endings are somewhat fated.

Remember when you had the black hat, and I had the white one, then at the last moment we traded.

Maybe I just took your hat while you slept, these kind of things are not generally regulated.

Miss America recited her nuptials along side a frog, the magic is gone, and now they are separated.

Killers with track suits know your address, their guns are high tech even thought their fashion is dated.

Don't be fooled by emotions, hatred feels like love when the condom is gold plated.

In any other community we would call it an act of violence, but thing are different in a community that is gated.

My style has many suspected fathers, just imagine if Charles Bukowski and St. John of the Cross mated.

I can not be dosed at any social function when I leave my house perfectly sated.

It strange when my admirers do a one eighty on their principles once they see the vice I paraded.

You can see me fawning over the little starlets with tender kindness I have created.

As soon as they turned on me, I bought skin lotion for their inevitable collapse, and masturbated.

My attention does not always amount to endorsement, you think you are loved when in fact you are hated.

Everyone fancies themselves as men of the age, modern thoughts are not worth much when I look upon your skull and decide to cave it.

Some of you are new to my disposition, so when I see conduct becoming, it is not stretch for me to smile at the offense and waive it.

There are a lot of giants walking in my company, they laugh at me in secret until I look at their neck like I am King David.

I am scared of the future, but it became wise to hit the breaks on the edibles, I don't want to be an expert on being faded.

Everyone has a hidden talent something like the family of Incredibles, develop it in private or risk being publicly shaded.

An entire generation is growing up to become celebrities without any qualities worth being celebrated.

Keep checking your subscriptions, once they hit the twenty thousand mark, it's like, "Momma, I made it!"

Young puppies are pissing the floor and eating the remote; cuteness goes so far until you have to crate it.

We both speak the same language, eat the same food, and trust the same God, but we are not related.

Your neuroses is driven by a need to fit it, mine is driven by artistry, and the two should never be conflated.

Never experiment with politics, democracy is like Michael Jordan's Rookie card, it doesn't look that impressive, but you better save it.

Incrementalism is better than a shot in the dark, goals that are too high are like shaving with a handle that is not bladed.

Be careful of generating disharmony, heaven always repays because all things be they good or evil are tabulated.