Eric Busta - I Wash My Ass With Piss lyrics

By splitting the wood, this peg found its home, by sheer force of will, I've got these pants to fit Because in my life, the things that attract are the same that chew and spit me out My desires at odds with my interests, the furnace to small for its fire, ba*tard children of ruthless ambition and late-night TV My mind can't help what inspires, "as the twig bends so inclines the tree" I'm the pug with the lust for the ill-fitting socket, the vase is in love with the person who dropped it I only go through the door if the handle is hot, I don't want what's best So bring on the lipstick and girls who don't care. Implants, nightclubs and bottle-blonde hair She says "lets paint the town a tackier red", I'd rather stay in But I can't seem to remove her tongue from my mouth or her heel from my chin I'm the pug with the lust for the ill-fitting socket, the vase is in love with the person who dropped it I only go through the door if the handle is hot, I don't want what's best