When work gets so busy and so stressful to the point that I can’t breathe, I just repeat this little rap to myself over and over:
fuck fuck fuck
mother mother fuck
mother mother fuck fuck
mother fuck mother fuck
noyg noyg noyg
one two
one two three four
noyg noyg noyg
schmokin’ weed schmokin’ weeds
doing coke drinking beers
drinking beers beers beers
rolling fatties smoking blunts
who smokes the blunts? we smoke the blunts
rolling blunts and smoking them blunts
Hi let me get a nickel bag
$15 bucks little man
put that shit in my hand
if that money doesn’t show
then you owe me owe me oh
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You could also try something by “Fuck Yer Yankee Blue Jeans”.
my jungle love. oh-ee-oh-ee-oh.
Me and tubby here have patterned our whole heterosexual life and Morris Day and manservant Jerome. I am a smooth something something that loves the ladies…
noyg noyg noyg?
I always thought it was noinch noinch noinch
oh, can we jump rope while singing that?
You got to shave before you leave the house in a dress like that.
And I don’t mean your legs.