You can't call me anytime
I'll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home
I had a mild stroke of genius
She had a heart attack
Wearing the seediest waxed anorak
Smoothing out the creases
Creating balance
Put together a thesis on the life long challenge
Pulling out my penis
The lady screamed
To call me cock heinous
I called her mean pulled out the green
Smoken the fiend out and told her lean
This ain't the type og light
That I lit when I set the scene
You're wearing to many clothes so respect the theme
I know the set not wet but wet's the dream
Let's not upset the techs who select the beans for this
Triple X direct s*x machine
I like Amphets' Peps and Textramine
I like f**king with flesh straight
Fresh from street scenes
I'm a man of obscene ventures
I'll f**k the the old lady so hard
So guard you're dentures
I'm highly aroused by independent pensioners
The stinky stench of wenches wedget on benches
I'll guard the old puddie' from bullies and dark henches
And keep on stuckling until mythirst quenches
I have a right mind to dig motes and trenches
Build a picket sign scribed with two lines
The bag-of-bone remains of my geriatric adventures
No photographic flashes or moral clashes or lectures
They call me the Geri-Gigolo
I don't sell drugs but I do love the old
My diamond studded cross charms believers
Playing menopauses into conceivers
Cracking the frost giving them fevers
I'll preach the second comingto the drumming of the beavers
Get some yummy grandmummy loving dick-eaters
Instead of those you no stop go d**k teasers
You can call me anytime
I'll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home
There are two ways to picture your self
The best or worst
The last or first
The lucky as f**k or the one who's cursed
Any situation facing us it's instantaneous
The worst thing that can happen
And future are simultaneous
The brainiest will even conform to the simple sameness
When broken down the logic abounds with pounds of genius
Hear me out
The tactical nemesis isn't a fall out
It's invented withthe gratest invention
To bring your all out but
Religion has abused yhe position for f**king centuries
Hell eternal flames infernal await sinner's entries
F**k what you think you might know
Because I'm oblivious
Starting with that heaven and hell shit you serious
If god's such a f**king fair guy all nice all kind
Then there can't be an aternal hell
For a finite crime
What I want to know is what part you made up
Christianity ficked up from day dot
Was it the part
Where you scammed the layman for food and taxes
Consequentially invent the classist axis
Or the part where you starved the hard up of education
Consequentially
Cement the segregation
F**k what you think might know
'Cause I'm above it all
As culpable as cardinals f**ked on coke at carnivals
And f**k what you think you might know because
We're original
Systematically f**ker off with pope-like criminals
You can't call me anytime
I'll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home
They call me the Geri-Gigolo
I don't sell drugs but I do love the old
My diamond studded cross charms believers
Playing menopauses into conceivers
Cracking the frost giving them fevers
I'll preach the second coming
To the drumming of the beavers
Get some yummy grandmummy loving dick-eaters
Instead of those you no stop go
d**k teasers
