P-town sand is like no otha,
You think you got problems,
BM wants to be Slip's lova,
It's hidey ho and hidey hee,
If BM had long hair, you think he was she.
Poor Slip can't get no peace,
Bm's on the cell and he won't cease,
Sand in his hair, sand in his shoes,
Too bad he spends so much time on the internet,
He gives up way to many clues.
If he gets mugged he yips and he yaps
Bout new yorkers and those Joisy Chaps
Secretly he wants to be loved,
BY NIB in the back of his jeep
But Nibby is cool and he don't lose no sleep
Just cause BM is on the same sand doin' his midnight creep.
It's needles this and my dannys that
My dannys are different
They is all phat
I was the first you will hear him say
To make that plug in that certain way
But too much sand and not enough sleep
In to his brain odd thougts will seep
He ain't no super hero
He is just another nut
Got caught up he did
in the internet rut.
The fall winds are blowin
the cold rain is comin down
soon BM will go into his winter funk
wit no sunlight comin down
He fishes hard day and night
Catches a big one now and then
when canal guys are polite
Time to re-spool BM
wind it up tight
Cause the big ones are out there
wantin' one last fight
Forget the internet wit it's heroes and foes
and got the beach that nobody knows
Stand in the wash in the moons halflight
And Yell as you hookup "AHA YOU BASTAGES"
See I was right!!!!!!!!!!!
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