Donny knew happiness wasn't just a state of mind,
but the pills did more than that: They made him high.
So when he popped the blues that pitched his tent,
he'd split and get some pussy.
Come on faces. Spray 'em blind.
I've been married for 40 years. She once had me in deep,
but now her meat curtains flap like a flag in a breeze.
Crow's feet crown her eyes, and the ugliest yet?
She still tans, but now her skin looks like a crusty baguette.
It's disgustingly stretched. I can't even touch her tits
without thinking of how our children made lunch of it.
One of our sons OD'd. Probably trying to avoid
thinking about the time as a boy he saw us grinding with toys.
Yeah, things used to be wild in these Hollywood nights,
but it was time to move on, maybe to that blonde in the tights.
Or how about that saucy Latina? They're only good for a fuck.
Can't pay the bills and blast music from the hoods of their trucks.
But she's got juicy lips, big tits and a craving for blow,
and as the blue pills kick in, my dick's main flavor is dough.
See, kids, the richer the man, the better the ass he gets.
These whores are looking for flashiness and cooking up nasty sex.
I get spanked by hookers with ample breasts while wearing panties.
Then I buy her fur and diamonds and give her front-row seats,
and she has the nerve to show up with one of these?
I mean, seriously, babe, I know you don't love me like Clipse.
But that doesn't mean you go thugging with Clipse.
I mean, what the fuck? Who are these gorillas in my midst?
I gave you prime-time seats to watch my Clips,
and you gave them away to some ex-slaves with humongous dicks.
Let's have a conversation about your disgustingness.
Oh, you were recording?
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