(female voice - talking)
Hey Grouch, I heard your new album
It's so great, I really like it alot
Hey, um.. can I get a tape or something?
Hey, what are you guys doing at the Outhouse?
Can I come over?
Hey lets kick it
(Grouch)
Momma whats wrong with me, I've got a lovely family and friends
And thats enough to make ends meet fuck dividends
But I be livin' in a lonely ass world
Searchin' for the perfect woman, not a little girl
See, they be dressin' all trashy actin' sassy
Spreadin' em for flashy fast talkers with the cash, me
I can't compete with that
I use a beat and raps, to fill the gap within my soul
But thats gettin' old
And I be gettin' told told to spit game man
But to me that shits lame, I use my mind not a pick-up line
It's sick how quick they find comfort in a one night sin
I might end up celibate for the hell of it
And tell a grip of stories, 'bout how I want a wife
How they be lookin' nice, but dont be actin' right
And if you slackin' they might lead you to debt
Take your last givin(?) penny, the thought makes me stress
Unless, I find a woman with a strong sense of self respect
I'll be alone, feending cause I felt neglect
How can something so good be so evil?
Something so right be so wrong?
I want to put trust into people
But I cant so I speak with my song
How can something so good be so evil?
Something so right be so wrong?
I want to put trust into people
But I cant so I speak with my songs
(Eligh)
I grab the notion by the throat
That maybe some day I'll be acompanied
By somebody who trusts in me, deeply
Seeping through walls and blockades
With stockades of armour, and self prepelled hand grenandes
I can tell the age by the rings under her eyes
So when the mental drift develops it comes with no surprise
Unlike most guys I analise, discuss
Organise and thrust forth with new skin
Like a reptilian, not a warm blooded civilian
I've decided even though i fiend it
Theres too much shit to catch to do it
And not mean it
Teamin' up on the left and the right
My brain in a vice
Constant rain over my shoulder
And the lightning strikes more than twice
I've hiked through the hot spots
And stood like a statue on city streets
Too busy to notice me
My potency
And the potential poetry seem to be documented
I wont be bothered by bitches I keep my (?) extended
Feet to cement, I walk away because you pretended
If your walking down the street and you see me all alone
Dont talk to me, Im in my own place not to be trashed
By any fake dash of a woman of a woman thats atractive
Like you..
Actin' like your walkin' awaay
