Where's The Cream Filling?
I'm that onomastic, bombastic connoisseur of word
Cuttin' loose from the noose decapitating the herd
Grazing in the meadows of submissive third degree
Burns fervid foes floodin' an endless dichotomy
Turns candid apes scuddin' missiles into hypocrisy
Land of candidates suckin' off Sam, phuckin' Liberty
Up and down, to and fro. It the clown's ready to blow
Cotton candy cum drops, creamin' head to toe
The Virgin-Mary-go-round, Babylon's carousel.
(Conversion: Scary hoedown) Babble on, cartel!
Red planet's Marxian bandits forcing Heavenly Hell
Langolierin', disappearin' - course in a 'Leaven Me' spell;
Expandin' their dough through a Colombian kilo,
Commandin', 'Fear Nero, ' through a Columbian zero
Who's taxin' to phuck and phuckin' to tax.
'Monica's chokin' so get off the sax, '
Whispered the Argentine who couldn't relax
For swallowing America's empirical climax.