By and by, the minutes fly. Compounded by daze. Exponentially phrased. Rather, frayed. Split end to the right. Got you in my sight. Makes me wonder what's down under. Looking, searching, coming up for air. Do I dare? Derriere? Shake it, shake it. The sugar's free. On the reef or wharf - rats. Cats. Meow. The apple of my brow. Pasteurized. Just past your eyes. There. To the left. No, my left. Cleft. Lip. Slip. Drrrrrop. Don't stop. Funky hip hop. Rise to the top. Carrot. Share it. Sell it to the butcher in the store. Ya whore. Ravage. Cabbage. Smells like... teen spirit? Cheer or jeer it. Just steer it. Away. From here. Everclear. Lemon. Drrrrrrrrrrrop. Isn't she gorgeous? Later.
-Ali-G-Ator
About Me
Tha Lyrical G is Aaron Goldman's dirty, rhyming, cussing alter-ego... but this blog was created before he had a real reputation to uphold.
For the sake of keeping it real and being fully transparent... all posts are preserved including the controversially apparent.
Every now and then you know a new one will be added... when inspiration strikes and the surrounding walls ain't padded.
If you're offended by the content, I do apologize... but you shouldn't be so serious and let this stuff give you a rise.
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