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Her ego
Weighs about a metric ton
And makes her really self conscious
I don't wanna hold out your gun
My chivalry is being held hostage
Your funeral parlor's packed
But I have general admission
It's a pit full of dead air
I need to see a medical physician
But I can't afford the medicare
So I die in your arms, wrong
Falsehood (of), skin talk (beauty)
Hair dye (yeah), liposuction (bakesales), silicone
She had a single cell ego in the form
Of her decomposed libido which was like that of
A single (?del gringo?), the door to her heart
Has a big enough key hole during screwing
She would need to get her hair pulled, she'd snarl and growl
As if she was a werewolf, oh, I used to
Be (?), she'd even let me hit
On the hood of her car, she could lure
Any men into a zoom, and make them think there's a water fountain
In the middle of a sand dune, to get her, you forget everything
Even if you were one of the last Christians, she'd usually fuck with
Mated with the state of masochism, beautiful siren
You would have to find the bridesmaid because we have
A different family that I've made from a hole of a different protoplasm
All these women have multiple orgasms on their back bone
I'm a Pegasus, horseback rider-verse
A product endorsed black spider, my whore
Moon, stay course and trap driver, she'll have
Me for main course and appetizer, when
I propose they don't want me back
That's why I befriend hoes and scrawny rats
Don't touch me I'm a hypochondriac
Um, could you pick up my dry clothes from the laundromat
I don't drive over in my Pontiac, so you'll burn body fat
Trying to catch me
My love for her was a neurosurgeon
Cut up my brain's frontal lobe
And turning my sensibilities
Into that of a disgruntled toad
Only one of us (?calm enough coming home?)
And in my humble abode a women says she'll put it up (?)
She expected me to wait on her one hand and foot
And would it take into account all the monumental input
So I thought did I want to be in love
Or did I want to invent
With one I'd have an expressional outlet
With the other I'm just a sexual house pet
Single Cell Ego was written by Busdriver.
Single Cell Ego was produced by Daddy Kev.
Busdriver released Single Cell Ego on Tue Sep 24 2002.