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Break it to me easy, baby
breezy baby
It helps me to sleep
Hit me up easy baby
I need it to breathe
Break it down for me easy baby
shweezy baby
I need it to eat
And I need it bad
Iron clad.
Just been had.
Fat gold money's mad
Froze my ass in Stalingrad
Schwag fell out my zip bag
and now I need it
and that's why 
I'm  still hangin' round here..
It's dangerously clear.

Why's it gotta be
the hard way
the long way 
somebody done somebody wrong 
King Kong on my prong way
Break it  down for me easy babe
breezy baby.
Stick it to me, easy baby
Shake me down easy baby
a little sleazy.
when you need it bad.
That's why we're both still slingin' it round here
 still swingin' it round here
It's patently clear.
You never said thank you when they said please
Now, you say your shit's together,
when all you're shit's stashed in your jeans.
You never tried runnin' away or committin' suicide
Your puzzle pieces couldn't be all scattered
round here.
You smoke your stuff
til you're dim and cross-eyed
over the moon
puke drunk on cheap beer.
Isn't that what you hold sacred
Does it kick you in gear 
When you need it bad?
Just been had
Fat gold money's mad
Froze your ass in Stalingrad.
Schwag fell out your zip bag
And now you need it
That's why we're all still
hangin' and bangin' round here
It's famously clear
Now, you need it bad
and that's why  I'm still
hangin; bangin' slingin it wingin it
and singin' it round here
Why else would I still be here?.

Itchy twichin' for a fight.
You keep your porch light on 
all night,
til you get em, right?
Cuz, you need it bad
It's why you are here.
it's eminently clear
You're still here
cause you need it bing bang bad.

Buddy Bee Anthony

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re-edited  on 08/13/2023 @ 8:32   AM Pacific Time.
Please, please, please, editors, don't try to improve or improv on my work.


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