Charlie O Charlie, you truly are gnarly
They never ever complained, about the puffs from Bob Marley
They criticize your looks, they criticize your sound
I really wouldn’t care if you slept in a wedding gown
Your words are infectious, they ring out so true
Whats wrong with you noting, that your producer’s a Jew
You’ve snorted, and sniffed, and smoked all types of drugs
While the skankiest of ho’s gave you blowjobs and ball- hugs
You’ve banged hookers and porn stars with the greatest of ease
Yet you walk among the masses, transmitting no venereal disease
Your show was a hit, even though I never watched it
It put the second bulge in your pants, with millions stuffed in your pockets
I know your road was tough, by how you roughed up your wife
But with all the drugs you did, she’s lucky to still have her life
We now know why that is, how you spared her with your love
You can only attain that type strength, when you’re filled with “tigers blood”
You claim you are a warlock, I believe this to be true
How else can a 45 year old, look like he’s approaching 62
But to all the media and the others, who condemn you for your sinning
They’re all just sad and jealous, because they hate to see you ‘WINNING’
I am THE CSS. Those of you who know me know that I am a man who says pretty much what is on his mind. At times I seem to have little regard for the thoughts or feelings of others. I have been labeled a robot, a monster, detached, and other unfavorable things in my short lifetime. Less than a handful however have ever queried as to why that might be. And to be quite fair, I haven’t extended an invitation to my “inner demons”. Well that is about to change. ... Read More..
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