Behavior Stink - King Bubba FM & Sekon Sta

In the dark Where all the fevers grow Under the water Where the shark bubbles blow In the mornin' By your radio Do the walls close in to suffocate ya You ain't got no friends... An' all the others they hate ya? There's the life you been leadin' gotta go Well, lemme straighten you out About a place I know... Get your shoes 'n socks on people because it's right aroun' the corner! Out through the night an' the whispering breezes To the place where they keep the Imaginary Diseases Out through the night an' the whispering breezes To the place where they keep the Imaginary Diseases This must be the disease for you Now scientists call this disease Bromhidrosis But us regular folks who might wear tennis shoe Or an occasional python boot Know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of stinkfoot Y'know, my python boot was too tight I couldn't get it off last night A week went by, an' now it's July I finally got that sucker off an' my girl-friend cried "You got stinkfoot Stinkfoot, darlin' Your stink foot puts a hurt on my nose! Stinkfoot, stinkfoot I ain't lyin' Can you rinse it off, d'you suppose?" Here Fido, Fido Come here little puppy, bring the slippers "Arf, arf, arf!" Sick Well, then Fido got up off the floor an' he rolled over An' he looked me straight in the eye An' you know what he said? "Once upon a time" "Somebody say to me," this is a dog talkin' now "What is your Conceptual Continuity?" "Well, I told him right then," Fido said It should be easy to see The crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe Well, you know The man who was talkin' to the dog Looked at the dog an' he said: (sort of staring in disbelief) "You can't say that!" He said, "It doesn't, 'n you can't! I won't, 'n it don't! It hasn't, it isn't, it even ain't 'N it shouldn't It couldn't!" He told me no, no, no! I told him yes yes yes! I said, "I do it all the time Ain't this boogie a mess!" The poodle by-ee-ites The poodle chews it The poodle by-ee-ites The poodle chews it The poodle by-ee-ites The poodle chews it The poodle by-ee-ites The poodle chews it The poodle by-ee-ites The poodle chews it The poodle by-ee-ites The poodle chews it The poodle by-ee-ites The poodle chews it The poodle by-ee-ites The poodle chews it The poodle by-ee-ites The poodle chews it The poodle by-ee-ites The poodle chews it The poodle by-ee-ites ...

I'm on a mission, I've made my decision Lead a path of self-destruction A slow progression killing my complexion And it's rotting out my teeth I'm on a roll, no self-control I'm blowin' off steam with methamphetamine Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got And I'm pickin' scabs off my face Every hour, my blood is turning sour And my pulse is beating out of time I found a treasure filled with sick pleasure And it sits on a thin white line I'm on a roll, no self-control I'm blowin' off steam with methamphetamine Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got And I'm pickin' scabs off my face I'm on a mission, I got no decision Like a cripple running the rat race A wish in one hand, shit in the other And see which one gets filled first I'm on a roll, no self-control I'm blowin' off steam with methamphetamine Well, don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got And I'm pickin' scabs off my face Geek! Stink! Breath!