Xpression.v2

Smurfed Up (11/3/2005)

Every single rhyme that I write only brings me more experience
The way this shit is so easy is what always seems eeriest
Are you out there and hearing this? Well, enough with conjecture
I’ve been eating up words so please hold on with the lecture
“Chris have you gone crazy? That just shouldn’t be said!”
When your words are impactful, then your freedoms are dead
Now, I’m laying in bed and thinking ’bout Mrs. Morgan
The lady down on her knees trying to get to my organ
Lets just Trek and get borgin’, you should get out your laser
Let’s throw insults around, but don’t touch my red stapler
And what I do to paper, damn, just shouldn’t be legal
I mix it with words to make a weapon so lethal
So, they can think that I’m evil and hold no compassion
When they call me an “asshole”, that is my main attraction
Let’s get on with the action and rage on the masses
Just as soon as the smurfs get off their blue asses
Or, just like Mike Tyson, I will stomp on their nuts
Except for Smurfette, just a kick in her gut
She’s my object of lust, but a little too chipper
A kick and a smack and then a ride on my dipper

The joys of creation come from all different places
From the sexiest smurfs to the pink power ranger
If ever in danger, I’d only want her to save me
Just look at that spandex! Oh god, fucking baby
But, now I’ feel lazy, so I’m going to stop this
I love Morgan and smurfs, you people there got it?
There’s X and line dotted, I think I should sign this
This was written by Chris, your mother is my bitch

Note: If you think it makes sense and has a profound meaning, you need to seek help. And, to answer the question now, no, I don’t do drugs.

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