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  Tattoos in Mayberry

Byatch, better have my wake up.
Because my lips keep chattering
my gut's doin' flip flops
 I've got it real bad with these
junkie shakes
I'm out of time in the serving line 
  at this daily grind
 dialed in direct here at skiddly pow row .
 Sopping wet in my pup tent
by the freeway.
near a  dry water spigot
and I can't find my dog. 
What kind of who hoe 
would gank my dog
just walk off with him and blow.
Holy jumpin jeepers,
there sure are alot of tweakers.
I'm jonesin hard,
from this nightmarish parade
So, byatch better have my wake up.
And, if you''ve seen my dog
bring him back to his daddy.
Who in the world could have run off
so casually with my furry
blood brother?,
When I've been the one
friendly face he's ever woken up to
They must have fed  him leftovers
when I fell asleep.
He's so loving
when they smiled at him
he may have squeaked 
Did they  simply assume
he''d been neglected or abused 
and needed to be rescued?.
Did they not know
These streets are our home.
Do they simply not care
blindly unaware how
We're best friends.
 who protect each other.
ao now I must find him
 as he must find me.
So has anyone seen my dog?
Jeepers creepers
there sure are alot of tweakers.
slinking around for acquisitions
they don't need.
 creeping off with my dog,
my most faithful companion 
like he was some cheap girly magazine.
using the cover of night,
now it's a black and blue morning
My eyes burn from the shock
of new light 
I'm held loosely together
shaken, and tattered, 
strung out
 and battered
my dog finds his way home back to me..
I'm totally freaked out and', tweakin'
so byatch
better have my wake up.

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