Sex And More

[Verse 1: Slug]
She said she worked down at Dreamgirls
Easily one of my least favorite basements in this free world
I told her I worked at a record store
And lived uptown in a duplex on the second floor
She was five foot eight, character traits: less filling tastes great
With a look that'll cook your steak
Ass cheeks and a back piece, voice was pissy and raspy
But the whiskey seemed to make her happy
Borderline obnoxious
A lot of fun to watch the stars shoot hard, far, and uncautious
Hobbies included music, coke, and sex
Hit the juice, hold thе breath, guess she doеsn't know the ledge
Ah yeah, [?]
Excuse me, Mrs waitress, can I order some more liquids?
'Cause I'm sick with these words that puppeteer the smile
Dialogue is the whip I steer up into it now

[Chorus; Slug]
(Living in the falls) And she knows what the time is
(Giving it your all) If not, you'll come up minus
(Hit them with it loud) Is it real enough, your highness?
(Rhythm of the now) All about sex and violence
(Living in the falls) And she knows what the time is
(Giving it your all) If not, you'll come up minus
(Hit them with it loud) Is it real enough, your highness?
(Rhythm of the now) All about sex and violence

[Verse 2: Slug]
Let's start simple: music, that's too easy
Lou Reed me to the dumb, deaf, blind Jeff Healy
And we can talk, talk, until your Mudhoney
Starts to leak out of your System of a Down your seat
She hit me back when she said she had a little Johnny Cash left
She wants to call a cab, she lives in Kenwood, yes, I would
Can my wood harden? Push the buttons on the phone
Good, let's get a car, then
Making out with a half-naked mental patient outside
While waiting on your ride is way underrated
Like runnin' from cops, adrenaline hot
December downtown, drunken groupies parking lot
Once we got inside the taxi
She unzipped me, got smart for me, right there in the back seat
Dear driver, keep your eyes on the road
Take 35 to 94 to Lyndale (Go, go, go!)

[Chorus; Slug]
(Living in the falls) And she knows what the time is
(Giving it your all) If not, you'll come up minus
(Hit them with it loud) Is it real enough, your highness?
(Rhythm of the now) All about sex and violence
(Living in the falls) And she knows what the time is
(Giving it your all) If not, you'll come up minus
(Hit them with it loud) Is it real enough, your highness?
(Rhythm of the now) All about sex and violence

[Verse 3: Slug]
My breath smells like smoke, I won't touch coke
But I'll kiss your neck, once for every stroke
Damn girl, you got them good gag reflexes
Make these other women all look like bad remixes
Eyes roll into the back of my grin, like
She got half my torso stuck in her windpipe
Seen the cabbie, tryna peer through the rearview
But you could shoot me right now, I wouldn't hear you
The car stops, pay the driver his props
Now off towards the door, so we can play robbers and police
And while she fumbles with her keys, I'm on my knees doing work
Tryna fit my face up inside her miniskirt
Door opens, plot thickens
So does the dickens, must follow this mission
Into the kitchen, she sets down her keys and phone
In a loud tone, she screams "Honey, I'm home"

[Chorus; Slug]
(Living in the falls) And she knows what the time is
(Giving it your all) If not, you'll come up minus
(Hit them with it loud) Is it real enough, your highness?
(Rhythm of the now) All about sex and violence
(Living in the falls) And she knows what the time is
(Giving it your all) If not, you'll come up minus
(Hit them with it loud) Is it real enough, your highness?
(Rhythm of the now) All about sex and violence

[Outro Spoken: Slug]
Alright, kids, you've got to be careful who you go home with after the bar. 'Cause even your broke, ugly-ass could be robbed and tied up. Fucker