Hunting Season


The Cat in the hat off the bottle of whiskey
Tried to Frisk me in Going Down Tavern
I was sitting next to the Reverend
Who said he had a blessing for me
If I gave him some sweet sacrificial meat
I grinned and said O lord why hast thou sent me this blasphemous freak
That's when I felt a pinch on my bum
And obliged to get away from the ordained filth
I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes
I asked the to speak
He replied John Sinclair
And I like Carmel chocolate in my milk
Do you got some?
I replied with a sly
Some? Do you see the reserve tanks on these hips
I have chosen to take you
Where? he said agreeably
To lick em up valley
Please don't act like you ain't been
He grinned and I won my treat for the night

Jibberish

Jibble Jabble you have to let it all go

Dibble Dabble you have to know which way to go

Fibble Fabble you know they telling lies

Kibble Kabble we eat it up like shit

Bibble Babble hear have a peppermint

Libble Labble we at fault for it

Sibble Sabble she candle handle it

Yibble Yabble thats why they talkin bout this

Scribble Scrabble I just spelled it out

Nibble Nabble to quick for you uh

Tibble Tabble Catchup Cause I'm up in 2010

Zibble Zabble lost in wildlife

Wibble Wabble I toast the good soul

Pibble Pabble yup you that small

Gibble Gabble needs some soap

Ribble Rabble I'm hopping out

Shield what love you Have left

It just sickens me to my heart

To know that people's greed have consumed their hearts to the point

where they don't have one......

Something has warm and firey has a heart should never

turn stone cold......

What should you do in a situation like this?

Nothing ......
Cause when you find yourself surrounded by many cold one's

who will never change because of consumption

You protect yours wrap it up and shield it from the cold evil and walk away

Because if you stick around in the cold you eventually become

use to it, then consumed by it,

And next thing you know........

You become a cold muthafucka too!