"Raphaela Stars"
Raphaela stars singing songs, leaping into blankets
A blind man marvel, snatched handbags ripped from strangers
Drunken honesty, untouched promises next to godliness
Bottled rock-bottoms, gobbled up to fill the hospices
And we raise a toast to… the kind of feelings that choke you
The buoyant exploiters set sail dreams by the boatful
Never hopeful, giving the Machiavellian hand a squeeze
Scream abandon me, false tongues fulfilling sycophantasies
Here’s a nickel, dance for me, manifest a monocle vision
With bombs over freshly-combed headed hospital children
Strike and ignite, torch the empires and hold a pagan’s heart
Maintain love’s mercy personally but keep your dagger sharp
Twist the bulb, this Moriarty mystery grips the skull
Capsized eclipse movements flip to resist the invincible
So shine on wretched glory, under what wonderment is
Stuffing money in pigs, ending up bloody and rich
Kill the crops, watch rotten bastards plot the massacres
Static nerves request flesh from Shylock ambassadors
Doomed damsels panhandle once the vandals appear
And Xanadu’s ingénues extinguish candles with tears
Damned reluctance cutting curtains on grand productions
Be a man with firm hands that stands for something
Rippled brine in pickled pride, emerge, live or die
Serpentine words converge… the sickle shines
Warring worlds clash, ideology’s blood spurts
Love’s worth lies between cold eyes and a chunk of earth
Rum-rowdy ruffians converse loudly in rented rooms
The rotted vessels of empty blooms hold their sceptres to truth
Wealth stashed in thresholds, flags merge in a sad dirge
Cracked cans of worms, a frantic search for man’s worth
Pillage the town, soar swiftly when human will is aroused
Tonight we sleep with Raphaela stars and make pillows of clouds
"Fuck the Yankees"
FUCK THE YANKEES! Every single fan’s a damn faggot..
tell me, dudes.. how much did you pay to ride the bandwagon??
and with the money y’all got, you think you’d be heavyweights
pay two hundred million a season.. to play like the Devil Rays
and y’all buy all your players.. that fuckin’ shit’s wack..
some teams have lower payrolls, than y’all pay in luxury tax
no beards or long hair? wow, that discipline’s exceptional..
..ly gay, since it’s club policy to look like a metrosexual
and I gotta mention Derek Jeter.. fo rel, the man’s a star
dude really knows how to clutch singles.. down at the faggot bar
and Giambi’s on steroids.. and I ain’t even clownin’ the cat
but he’s got fuckin’ veins on his neck bigger around than his bat
a red face and a wide neck.. the man looks like the Juggernaut, see..
and that shit’s funnier than the stats put up by Bubba Crosby
got Cabrera to fill-in.. a weak bat and not too hot of a fielder
since Matsui broke his wrist.. to make it look like A-Rod’s or Jeter’s
speaking of Rodriguez, dude’s a monsters with bats..
cuz A-Rod’s his nickname.. and also what he wants in his ass
but he’s a pro.. if you’re talkin’ about his past, he’s savage
now he makes $100 000 for every point on his batting average
fuckin’ 25 mil’ a season.. that contract’s costly as shit..
cuz the dude’s 1/8 of your payroll.. and that’s how often he hits
and your starters are sick.. but y’all pray they stay strong late..
cuz that bullpen is more sickly lookin’ than Joe Torre’s prostate
but Mariano’s pretty dope.. I can say that he’s awesome, dude..
rarely blows a save.. but he’s blown every man in the locker room
and I don’t like the Roots, but the fact they’re philosopher’s clear..
cuz Things Fall Apart.. just look at Randy Johnson’s career..
and if I had to compliment them.. I’d probly panic in a stitch..
so you’re not the gayest franchise in NY.. cuz Steve Francis is a Knick
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