Stop deluding yourself with mindless chatter

Like sifting through an ashtray looking for refries

Your reptilian brain couldn’t hold to the pulse

This is the one and there is no other name

I have a past in word like a Samurai with a sword

A word that leaves a dick print upon the eye

Don’t mistake me for anything less than the macabre

Just another life accounted for

An arrangement that leaves one’s ability to read molested

A whole portfolio like fresh excrement for you to delve

Worlds too far from your doorstep and beyond your courage to tread

Writing like fucking leaving more than just semen on your back

Pure 100% grade fucking A GwaK

Not sold in a generic

May cause dizziness, vomiting, priapism, or a swift kick to the ass

Take while under the supervision of a necro-mortician

So many situations, so few middle fingers

One day closer to death in a world that isn’t too far behind

Just venting before I’m sent off to a Potter’s field

Building up rank in hell

(2003)

Taking pictures of Johns got motherfuckers ordering prints

Got me using up a whole paycheck out getting blown

Searching a block for a cop

You vice bitches must be some ugly fucking ho’s

I got a smile you can file with a toothpick hanging out of my teeth

Dressed for the occasion with my zipper down

You can post my shit so the ho’s know who to trust

I’ll use that shit like it’s a coupon

City Hall has more bitches stabled than a pimp on a horse

Sleazier than a lot lizard living in-between two vending machines

Out on the streets taking a swallow out of crime

With a twisted pervert, pimp bastard partner in a van, filming the show

Fucking prostitution was born on the same day as currency

Pussy was the first thing we bought

We broke bread, cracked legs, and gave thanks

Before the pimps and the pigs came around to take a piece of the action

I’ve been flipping bitches to scope the bitches ever since I could drive

Spinning hookers like bowling pins

I know bitches by just the shake of their ass

And have stains in my ride I don’t try to hide

I’ll be rolling down the window to tell you filth she’s my sister

With Gonzo hanging and cum on her mouth

I’ll step from the vehicle and drip all over your shoes

And watch the bitch I was squirting in spit in your face

I hope all your motherfucking servers crash

Bust every John in town

Get your dick caught in your fly out on a bust

And go home itching yourself

(2001)

Romance was in the air

At the bar

Across from the motel

Off the highway

Near the truck stop

Just before last call

Rich with a twenty in my sock

A Levitra in my wallet

A smile upon my face

And a three-pack of condoms in my center console

I needed a round of shots

A drink-to-go

A fistful of Chex Mix

My finger in your face

And something warm wrapped around my cock

I might bizzle out in the parking lot

Take a piss

Swing it out

Have a conference

Or go balls deep in the back seat of my car

Right now I’m three fingers deep

Lining up my shots

Concealing a drink

And thinking of licking a bitch’s asshole

(2013)

Good old dad

You foul-minded, filthy-mouthed motherfucker

I was always waiting for the day when you would throw that revolver in your pants and blow off your dick

Here you are an old man

No more grave-robbing or skull-fucking for you

You’re about to become a mung pit

With a line of motherfuckers with their dicks out

And the cemetery doors wide open

Trucking around with your ass sure was fun

Early morning hauling in a residential with the stereo blasting

Curbing people and hitting the nitrous down 285

Looking for the rejects

You had a middle finger that everyone recognized

And a smile most people wanted to break

Walking around like the Count of Englewood

Sending business down the street

The shit you talked could fuel America

Hell is going to want a piece of you for each level it has

For every back-alley brawl you were responsible for

For every pack of death you sold

That’s just fucking great or so you would say

Or was it people in hell want ice water

The world was an asshole waiting to get fucked by you

Everyone’s looking for a handout, shopping at the el-Cheapo, or riding the mobile detox

You were a barrel of laughs

Right down to your underground David Allan Coe and twisted porno’s

And you had the straightest face I’ve ever seen on a man

Dude could watch his mother fucked without blinking an eye

So on to your hell ride in your lifted chariot

May the roar of your journey disturb the peace

And your last “fuck you” echo in time

While I remove the rings from your fingers and the fillings from your teeth

(2015)

I’m as cheap as the lipstick rubbed off on some John’s cock after getting a five-dollar blowjob

I might even owe you change

If you’re looking for me don’t stop at turning over rocks

Start flipping dog shit

I have a talent for attracting trash

Like this sleazy fucking cunt I met the other night

I about fell in love

Smelled like the locker room after a Nuggets game at about waist high

Having every sense God gave me rightly available when I met her led me to determine that she was a whore

While most men would have ran, showered, and attended church the next day

I was all fingers in up to my wristwatch

Rock bottom was deep in her ass and I was determined to get there

Bystanders started to turn away in disgust

Every dog has its day and it was my job to make sure of it

Some of the notches on my headboard have been made by a hoof

Setting the bar for me usually means kicking it to the ground and pissing on it

The only women I can love come with holes in their panties and smell like another man’s aftershave

With more stories then a hopped up crackhead in handcuffs

And pretty eyes

I’ve been involved with shit that requires tarps and a wet vac

Have left stains bleach would only make darker

I’m as low as the sewers are deep

And just as fucking filthy

The GwaK back on the clock

Going after hymens and settling for shit tubes

If you’ve slept with three, you’ve slept with me

Appearing in a hole near you

(2011)

You were already into some crazy shit, you and your old man

Fucking around with other people just to tell one another

You left yourself open to a whole world of possibilities

That’s how you met me

And your sex life became industrialized

Now your weekend lusts are bleeding through the weeks

Your games involve more players than you’re used to

Learning love leaves a mark

Satisfaction makes a scar

And ecstasy has you limping around at work

After-dark activities have required permits and trips to the hardware store

You’re no longer a couple, you’re a clan

A network of sado’s, swingers, and creative pervs

Can’t even recognize each other in clothes

When you speak you speak in codes

Danger is on the list of your foreplay

You don’t care what to do so long as you’re doing it

You have a car battery in your bedroom

No pain, no screaming, fluid bursting orgasm

No confliction, guilt, or shame

On the fast track to death by asphyxiation

Hearing that brings a smile to your face

A thought from your mind lowers the sperm count in men

If you’re alone you still have toys in the box

Suited up for pleasure when the candyman knocks

(2002)

If you’re not within dick length I don’t know you

The only line you’re going to find me on is the kind that requires a straw

You wanna connect with me, you need just put some spit on your asshole

I’ll be six pumps in before you could even give me a name

I’m the kind of guy that belongs to a whole different pussy hole

Around some scrambled motherfuckers that came from an egg

That wouldn’t know pussy if it was whistling Dixie in their face

Pulling up a jpeg while I’m out here spreading it

You wanna get my attention, pull out your tits

Because the only profile I got is Gonzo at about a quarter chub

You wanna prove you got friends, then make a friend out of me

And get down on your knees and swallow

Safety in solitude is like bondage without a partner

I put my balls to the concrete every day

Knocking on puckered doors and opening up curtains

Spinning you around so you have a good view of my feet

The only way I’m gonna fit in with you is with three holes drilled

Save the conversation and getting to know you waiting for your cab

The only technology I use is a rubber

With a digital footprint you can only find with a black light

Where I go and what I do is between me and the one wrapped around my cock

My beliefs need more than someone to agree

The people of my past are my past

People with similar interests are fucked up

(2013)