I want to get into this darlin',
Start to the fin to get marlin.
If I ever get the Wayans to weigh in,
I've got a hundred and fifty on Keenan.
I'm a merchant selling Ivory on the weekend.
Compare these bars to dove, forty-FIVE - love.
I've got a 45 glove for the fingerprints
And pack a 33 and a third for instruments.
Immigrants, I hear you need a VISA.
Yours expired in the 10/03.
It's too bad you need a VISA
To be everywhere you want to be.
So now you come see me
For a new D.O.B. and a new ID.
What do you think, a favor's free
From the grand vizier with a vis-a-vis?
You see, my favorite task is erasing pasts
To save aging acts and turn time back
For a new lease on life. Here's your life.
And here's your life on ice. There's a price you see.
A little kidney's played upon the organ trade
Because there's always more that need to be replaced.
For yours we'll trade and you can get a new face
And a taste of the black marketplace.

You might call me flamboyant,
Staying afloat by my glam-buoyance,
Lank long and lean in ladies jeans
And relishing in a fetish for the intimacy.
I mean, who's getting in her pants like me?
"Chicken-legged faggot motherfucker, I'm a break those twigs!"
They used to call me skinny
Until I french kissed Missy and skinned P. Diddy.
I wanna dissect the hit machine,
Ciphen the gall from the animal spleen,
Bogart the intestines, attempting
To walk where the animal's been,
Advene to lakes and streams,
A canteen and a diet of greens to stay lean,
Since I might scream and cause a scene
If I get too big for my britches and split the seams.
Aye, me! I should have warned you--
Nobody puts baby in the corner.
Cookie cut out city blocks and burbs
Because I'm sick of coloring inside white lines and curbs.
If you can't raise the roof, let's raise a barn.
If you don't stich and bitch, let's mend and darn.
If there's no space, we'll find a farm with haste
And make Country Baby for the black marketplace.

All I want is to breathe. (I am so thin)
Won't you breathe with me. (I am too thin)
Find a little space, so we move in between... /
Now we know, you let the biggest arms surround you now.
...And keep one step ahead of yourself /
Now we know, you let the biggest heart surround you now.

Assert yourself, don't hurt yourself.
I went from first degree black to berzerker belt.
We sell computer chip kiss and tell,
Hit transmit and skip the words themselves.
Kids, I rip the verse itself.
32-bit blitzkrieg fits on my C: best leave
Or the jet ski Gretski's gonna get trees out
To cross-check dumbfuck Canuck puck speeds.
See, I bleed the coasts,
Make Smothers blood brothers and bugger em both,
Sweetly brag and butter the boast,
Sit still and hope that I never see rope,
Keep my ends close and my frienemies closer,
Know wren to swallow my hawks and vultures.
High speed pens defend and set pace
And deface in the case of the black marketplace.

Donald and Linda,
Happy Anniversary.
Glen and Maureen,
Happy Anniversary.
Lois and Roger,
Happy Anniversary.
Sylvia and Terry,
Happy Anniversary.
Cindy and Carl,
Happy Anniversary.
Gary and Deborah,
Happy Anniversary.
Scott and Cheryl,
Happy Anniversary.
Melanie and Keith,
Happy Anniversary.

Happy Anniversary.