Shrinx

Huh Two hands slapping on a bucket Coming up to me what's the purpose I say fuck it Chuckle, make a sandwich, knuckle That's my boy, now give me chicken nugget Out ya pocket, make it double like Trouble in the earthquake Trapped up in a tunnel when the levees cracked the flood gate Floating shit creek with nothing more than a chain link And that don't even float, so I assume that you don't think Spend a couple thousand on a coat made of mink I'll trade that shit alligator skins and a bag of sand to sink Blink Ya pause of life to rethink I'm the missing link colder than the Flyers rink I won't buy her drinks, I'd rather see her think And fuck her mind, rather than the salmon pink But miss drink situation bend on kitchen sink If staring at her rose is the purpose I make them lips sync She can't blink Tell her promises and lies are for her therapist and shrink