SHIT - Dirty Ron


Well they holed you up in a ski resort With an abacus and a name
You'd hook up over madiera cake and rack each other's brain
Write a toon that smelt like cheese but went real good with in-su-rance
Or some other farce, or a brand o car planned ob-so-le-sence

I look like shit, I feel like shit but you're still smelling worse

Broken and dusted, nearly thru rusted but you still got the curse
Of thinking semantics and choruses and antics and a succinct rhyming verse
I'm bitter, sweet, reet petite but I don't need Brodie's notes
Of how to pen a hit constructed with bits that scientists could wrote

I feel like shit, I look like shit but you're still smelling worse

Well the cash'd be good and I'd get some wood just thinkin' 'bout the delivery 
Of powder and pills and champagne thrills left at my swiss chalet
Hell I aint bitter, or a squid or a quitter just another of the bedsit breed 
Who plunder depths like firstborn breaths for some yet unnamed need
Yeh go to the bottom man... it's funny who ya meet there...

I feel like shit, I look like shit but you're still smelling worse