(Skatenigs/Lorri Jackson)
As immaturity may be a result of certain chemical imbalances, so may the friggin’ Skatenigs flick the trigger on the suckers, squealing studs of pudness, they sing stuck in a rut in pig-pod land; they share rigs with grave diggers… Worry about death when it’s done, come and gone… You buy their records and they’ll piss on your momma’s best collectables… They beat their rancid meat and expect you to pay the check… They ream the beef of bad backstage girls redundant in nu-wave black, up the butt, snuck, stuck, mucked up, sucked… I’d eat baboon bile before I’d bite on their juvenile, penile, pole projections they casually, smashingly refer to as “my dick”… Infected, rejected, afflicted, maledicted, bored constricted; if immaturity is indeed a result of certain chemical imbalances, then these guys are on a permanent Amoco overload… Crawling through maggot breath yee-haw, boys with latex toys… If buttholes are peep-shows, then the ‘Nigs are the windows to the soul of this fuckin’ ridiculous world… Anality’s got nothing on these borders, except a signed royalty check, the forged signature, the toilet swipe, the mega-acid smile, the glitch in the universal way, yeah, a real boss abortion to brag about at your next bar-b-que.
Ha ha ha ha… Hm hm hmmm…
I’d like to thank my buddies…
For sticking the knife in my back…
I’d like to thank my buddies…
For twisting the knife in my back…
Trouble doesn’t find me…
I find it… Ha!
People want to make some…
But I don’t take shit… I don’t take shit!
Patience is a virtue; “That’s what we are taught, assault!”
I’m only sorry, when I am caught
My mouth is foamy from the vicious attack
The satisfaction of a rabid pack
Cockroaches; determined to survive…
Microwave me; watch me come alive…
Skatenigs! Skatenigs… Mortal but invincible…
Skatenigs! Skatenigs… Makin’ life livable…
Skatenigs! Skatenigs… Mortal but invincible…
Skatenigs! Skatenigs… We’re makin’ life livable…
Take a look at my world; “Through a hole in the wall!”
Dystopia where the blind eyes see all
I’d rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Suffer for me, then suffer your disease
There’s a stye in the eye of beholder…
We grow old while the seed grows older…
There’s a stye in the eye of beholder…
We grow old while the seed grows older…
There’s a stye in the eye of beholder…
We grow old while the seed grows older…
There’s a stye in the eye of beholder…
We grow old while the seed grows older…
There’s a stye in the eye of beholder…
We grow old while the seed grows older…
Chemical… imbalance!
Chemical… imbalance!
Chemical… imbalance!
Chemical… imbalance!
Ha ha ha ha…
If buttholes were the peep-shows, then the ‘Nigs are the windows to the soul of this fuckin’ world….
Like an animal locked up in a cage
My inheritance, I was born to rage
I don’t care about tomorrow ’cause I’m living today
My own way, this is what we say;
Skatenigs! Skatenigs… Mortal but invincible…
Skatenigs! Skatenigs… Makin’ life livable…
Skatenigs! Skatenigs… Mortal but invincible…
Skatenigs! Skatenigs… We’re makin’ life livable…
Are we done yet?
Ha ha ha ha… Hm hm hmmm…
Up the butt, snuck, stuck, mucked up and sucked, I’d eat baboon bile before I’d…
Bite?
Yee-haa…
Ha!
