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MC Paul Barman
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The Joy Of Your World
My brain makes the earth dark But I'm hung like a birthmark I like to suck toes Yours secrete fructose I make paintings based
On grids just like Chuck Close I'm old school like Aztecs But new in other aspects If you want sex with me Be prepared for bad sex
And slapstick Even Chapstick Won't help my chapped dick When I'm with a naked chick I use a faker dick A turkey baster laced with Elmer's
To make it stick My ex fled to Reykjavik We really were trying Mm your so wet 'My pussy's crying' I need an eye exam
And a vagina with no diaphragm Or condom I'm pond scum I'm going to buy a lamb And when we make love I'll envision titty humping
Which looks like a Venn Diagram Ewe. This isn't dope I feel like I'm pissing Scope Lamby's a misanthrope I asked her to stop moving Does she listen? Nope
The sheep was a clone So I was a creep on the phone Now I'm sleeping alone With her photo on my nightstand In a sepia tone
The joy of your world is Paul Barman Yes the joy of your world is Paul Barman
After this rap I'll be In Napoli, happily Proposing to my chosen Under an apple tree 'Let's get married'
I don't walk, I get carried By a motorcade Of voter-age Women on rollerblades In cute sleeveless shirts
Exposing their shoulder blades But I'm a lonely guy Since my honeypie Ran off with Ione Skye Now I've got nothing whatsoever Ugly-broke-arrogant
But so clever When I write rhymes on brown bags And in shower steam Paul and I are the power team We'll leave you deflowered With a mouth full of sour cream Gobble this obelisk
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Now the joy of your world is Paul Barman Yeah the joy of your world is Paul Barman
My close pals Aunts, uncles Leaders Nations and towns Hamlets
And neighboring islands Everyone Landlords Bosses and relatives Moms and Newborns
Somehow when I act thirteen I'm a gorgeous girl tractor beam This one was dressed to kill From her head to my testakill She was from west of Philly And spoke well of it
She said, 'Just for the hell of it Let's not be celibate.' I got all higgledy piggledy It's a big relief When I take off my fig uh leaf She said, 'Dad, let's get at this'
But her cat and an unpotted cactus Sat on her mattress That sure made it saturated With sharp thorns and cat piss I put on a hiphop beat
While she whipped off the topsheet She said, 'Come to bed I like my undergrads underfed They amaze how they stay up days On mayonnaise and wonderbread' I dove in her cervix a lot Like Sir Mixalot
This interlude Is for the women I've interviewed About the clitoris And how to make it less hit-or-miss Should we be gentle? Is it all mental?
I won't use a dental Dam 'cause it discurges My urges to submerge in her jizz She said, 'My good nuss You should juss Use clues that's nonverbal'
'You're too vigorous If my clitoris, For example, turns purple' It was time to copulate But we didn't want to populate So my bold groin
Reached for my gold coin Prophylactic, I unwrapped it You can't know how I felt It wasn't a gold coin condom It was chocolate Chanukah gelt The white part crumbled on her tummy And the rest began to melt
Foiled again
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