| This song’s about how deep I am
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| I’m pretty fucking deep, guys
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| So deep that I named this song «Hashtag Deep»
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| Have you ever stopped
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| To watch a bluebird drop
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| From a tree and take to the air?
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| Me neither
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| Have you ever took time
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| Out to finish a rhyme
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| But the right words just weren’t there?
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| Meat cleaver
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| The people in my life are like grains of sand
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| 'Cause they stick together often near my butt hole
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| If life is an ocean,
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| I am a deep and handsome fish
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| A fish that’s drowning
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| If the artistic process is a birth canal
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| Then I am a freshly jellied kid
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| Come witness my crowning
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| These thoughts of mine
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| Must be a sign that I’m…
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| Hashtag deep
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| If Jesus can walk on water, can he swim on land?
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| Probably not.
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| Have you ever accidentally peed
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| On the toilet seat
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| Instead of on your girlfriend’s face?
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| Me neither. |
| Me neither!
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| Have you ever wrote
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| A song note for note
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| And not a single note was out of place?
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| Duh
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| Hold on.
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| Have you ever taken a side of bacon and jacked off watching babe? |
| Me neither!
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| Me neither!
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| Have you ever seen a girl on Halloween that looks like she’s dressed for a rape?
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| Yes, not her fault though you sick fucks
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| The people in my life are like blades of grass.
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| How?
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| 'Cause they’re all so grounded
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| But at least grass stays away from my butthole!
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| Art is a harlot
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| And I am her sassy urban friend
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| Mmm, bitch, why you being so selfish?
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| If momma is right and the world is my oyster
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| Then I must have an allergy to shellfish
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| You don’t know
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| How could you know?
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| If life makes you wish you were dead
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| Just put on a good movie, then promptly put a bullet in your head
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| Spend forever asleep, 'cause life pales in comparison to living the dream
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| Hashtag deep |