Divorce

[Verse 1: MC Paul Barman]
No justice, no peace
The Justice of the Peace is a bad guy
The priest is a beast, and I don't know a rabbi
Bachelor parties are corny
If you're horny for whores now where will you be when you're forty
"Ooh, who's gonna catcha the bouquet?"
You can't ban gay marriage, marriage is gay
Natural borders be mountains and rivers
Science is orderly, way off the chaos of a moral authority
The oral majority is legions of orcs teasin' the dorks
The whole concept of cool is like Leaving New York
The key's in the door
White trash is a spork, or a cheap way of dividing the poor, like divorce
Divorce: That's when you legally separate
Of course, repeat defeat with second mate
You can leave a place, turn your back, forfeit
But if you don't check your pace that distance is an orbit
Since you didn't solve now you revolve
It's the call of the childhood out in the wild wood
An impermanent stay only did mild good
"Why would you suggest my girl be a street whore?"
You tried your best, but where have I heard this before?
Oh, you both said, it because you're the same
I came to reclaim the name from the laymen bartender
So before I tie a knot on a car fender, remember
You fought for the couch and every coin it had pouched
And talked more trowsh than Oscar the Grouch
I'm speaking to you
Put down your Week in Review
For once you'll listen
You sleep in a shoe
So secluded, you wait for a dove peep in a coo
Taught to drop Pops like he's hot, not a lot we can do
"What? Me wordy?"
I'm suddenly thirty
And acting fifteen is starting to hurt me
Divorce is due course if you look for love from outside sources or the sequel's weak-willed and turns cheek like Ezequiel
(SLAP!)
Tomorrow sneaks up --
I could die a lot sooner --
Plus wifey's ovaries are getting drier than humor
Forget the white dress, I want you wearing plants
And I'll wear skins from animals I killed with my hands
A woman and a man with a plan to stay strong
A grown-hop song you can rock allllll dddaaayyy llooooooonnngggg!!!!!

[Verse 2: MC Paul Barman]
A husband and wife team can lose; still choose to go for ice cream
We might seem poor but life free of war or divorce; a pipe dream
Light streams behind Venetian blinds and stripes behind, even in the evening time
(Teniley Neeshakar) released the bronze cuff around
Me is we upside-down
The beat be raw, I love this sound