JUST BLAIRIN'

Wrestling with the future While you just run right past I can’t decide just where and when I managed to duck a leap frog your manager last Keep your head down, back body drop on broken glass; Facts are facts Im always under your thumb; tax I send you to the corner, More in store to get to the office, hardcore? dash! I beg you to put down your spiked weapons- Please don’t demolish me- with your battle axe and smash! Slave to your pull, I am Irish whipped! Cream rises to the top, but you tackle, drop down; I tripped! If you think I am taking this beating laying down, you're such a jobber! You must be 450 degrees or 6 Paks of heat with Kevin Bacon’s ass-thermometer! Why are you being such a jerk? with those chops and beefy curtains? Someone cyphered sugar pops from your tank of gas; Youre blown up, I’m certain! Will it be a pin fall or submission, permission for talking trash? Or a shitty disposition like an admission to position last? Pin Me pay me and do it super fast! After I lose ...