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letra de the tale of pygmy paul - sum

well, it was rainin cats and dogs and smashin down the hall madder than a h-rnet widda flask of haitian rum
his momma throwin curses like a hydrochloric bomb
kickin over tables tearin pictures off the wall
see just a while ago she broke into his room
and violated his privacy he lock it while he gone
the way she actin thought she mighta caught him jackin off widda
catalogue of male models nawwww
she stumbled on his art (his art?)
the secret part deep in his heart
he loved to draw comic book divas with big t-tties
automatic weapons and hentai shapes
when he drew them he drew the drapes
so he wouldn’t draw attention to this daily make believe escape

well momma saw them sh-ts flipped and went wild
which leads us to the next ep so don’t flip the dial

narrator
paul stepped out into the storm like d-mn. he checked his pocket one more time to make sure the tokens wouldn’t fall out, then pushed on his little rusty scooter hard as he could. something was wrong at home and he had to get there. quick!!. maybe he forgot to give his mom her medicine today, but he’d never rushed home like this!!

verse 2
welll it was rainin cats and dogs and smashin from the mall
was the center of our story we call him pygmy paul
cus he was smaller than a pygmy
them bullies used to beat him down so often that they softened up his kidneys
they let him be when he came to school bleedin drenched in whiskey with sh-t stains on his d-ckies
paul would bail to the mall after the bell and play arcade games to
forget about h-ll
well today was kinda different he felt a ringin in his head his ears
were itchin
fidgety scratchin in his cabinet felt a buzzin in his cupboard so he bounced a lil early to see what’s cookin in the kitchen
scootin on his scooter thru the brutalizin weather
clueless to the fact his life was bout to change forever
drippin like a rag he dragged himself in thru the entrance
home sweet home… weed crack and incense
rats on the couch rollin trees like they woodsmen
lookin at pygmy paul like ‘n-&!a what you cookin’
his momma strolled out half naked lookin grim
rollers in her hair and a long virginia slim
which wouldna been so strange to paul
cus that was them
him her son mother
but what made his heart really skip a beat
was the paper in her hand and scattered around her feet!

“well sonny” said his momma widda grin
“look like you been doodlin just who you think you is?
i’ll tell you what since you so d-mn smart
and better than folk cus you got yo lil art…
you can go to cl-ss tomorrow draw u up a chart
and show the whole school how a house fire start”
spillin haitian rum on his ill-strated loves
laughin while she lit a blue flame to each one

he stood frozen crying while the floor opened up
the n0body hole pulled him down and it really…. sucked……

(oh life is so wicked wicked wicked)

- sum

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