Imperfect

[Verse 1] As I write my life like Barbara Peters... I gasp the morning air like Portishead and dodge my fears... Downing beers before I slumber catch the Diarrhea... I grab the skine and use the pen to scribe the gonorrhea...hmph... The odd future of this Amadeus Got me drowning sorrows in the prayers like a monotheist Never found a woman to conspire with and buy a Prius Guess it's easier to find a succubus to ride the penis...I mean... I'm just a city kid in rural housing Condescending nigga who could never find a fool arousing Blinded by thought that finding love is when you fool around then Find a bottom bitch that's good enough to make you through with browsing Fit in with the in-crowd... Break her heart, look cool when prowling Find a lot of women call them bitches then just lure them vowing That you love them just the way they are But don't really give a fuck just fuck and have em on your dick To boost your ego to a point your friends think you're astounding... [Hook] 'Least that's what I was told "We don't love them hoes my nigga they just dominoes" Rise of the Imperfects, Fighting back like Johnny Ohm Fuck em. Fuck em, fuck em until you give the condom holes... *repeated twice* [Verse 2] This shit is...metaphysical...sort of like a chemical Trapped in the portabellos stiletto all you visuals Meadows of the rhythmical kick and snare patterns blessing cellos With some shit that's stacking cheddar like a business school I sell my soul to the Beretta when I spit the stool... But this letter's feeling better than me skipping school Demon with the clean piss, chicks weaving like a seamstress... 'Til I had that threesome in college. My dick's been mean since I mean since y'e'en shit, if you had a clean dick I ain't see the problem with getting freaky with scene chicks... I mean I never kiss a chick but fucked a couple broads... But what's the difference if my dick is uppercutting jaws? Tried to be the main event, they stuck me with the under card Good cooking; mastered the art of just being fucking raw Shimmy shimmy fucking ya. He ain't skinny fuckin Ra Sun god Apollo in Egypt, but screaming fuck the law Apollo and Creed, a hollow following cheese I hit Ichigo with the Bleach until he falls to his knees Gut the pumpkin, squeeze the pulp, you roast and swallow the seeds I'll be gone til November like following Halloween Snobby bitches used to hate me like the prom queen... 'Til I grew some dreads and figured out my rhyme scheme...hmph They call me Nasty like a lecher acts, master of the record scratch Man this shit is easy as a checkers match... [Hook]