KING OF CRUNK

Plant a planter's peanut in a corn fed thug,
Join vagina settlers to Marv Albert's rug.
Rip an incandescent lily from post mortal shrug,
Perform coitus interuptus with a lady bug.

Instructions to better plasticize your drooping bust?
Fortune telling legacies of bewitched stoners,
Negated in the grand scheme of your venison lust,
Turkish blackmail sweetened in the Muslim silence.

Fragments of apocalyptic sadness form into words,
Come on down and take the last Stand of one night stands.
Stan, manhandle white rapper afro deez yak Dildo song refrain,
Mainly smuggle South American strangers and run away fast.

Stuck in the whirling pool of vacuous dates with empty dresses.
Peak terse in magazines torpedo my libido 
Wrap your arms around vandals with love handles, 
Show me the Marnie or forfeit your memory of Joyce Dewitt's armpit.

Who'd of thought you'd become so sleazy so late in life?
Who'd of thought you'd shit such a vegamite treasure?
Who'd of thought your maturity would peak at 13?
Who'd of thought you underwear would protect your spleen?

Solve your drama with Dramamine,
Your elephantitus with elephantine bursts of wit and profundity.
Wrapped in the shroud of neon lipstick,
Kiss burnt into the face of eternity.

Reflect poorly on ancestral shame,
Bawdy peasantry displayed prominently in white and gold remains.
I am the son of the son of a barber and the son of the son of a waiter,
And I declare "I arise from the borough of Brooklyn 
to become King of Crunk".

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