Tyrone – Wiggum Lyrics
Artist: Tyrone
Song: Wiggum
Hello there folks
Attention! attention!
We are looking for a young girl named Faith
She was last seen escaping the mental ward with a bloated alcoholic
Faith, faith if you can hear the sound of my voice
Please just come home
Has anybody heard from fay? she’s gone AWOL
Left her sh#t up on the table
Next to the bed with your disabled
Mother’s drip feed cable
She’s probably taking the meth to be able
To forget the day you thumb raped the a-holе
And that’s a taste
You can’t wash away with mouthwash or faygo
I have faith that she’s laying low
Maybе she ain’t though, god Ralph tell me it ain’t so
Tell me that ain’t you shovelling sh#t
Having a dig, not knowing you’re digging your own grave hole
Guards on the payroll, ey bro!
sh#t nobody said he was an angel
And banging a girl of that age don’t
Mean sh#t, she ain’t (an eight year-old)
But you gotta keep her entertained though
Bust out the makeup, soft toys and legos
And take time to assemble a whole play zone up in the crack shack
Out of frame though, probably at an angle
Her phone got taken away so
I guess we can’t know, gotta start sending
Nudes from the payphone, dude
Are you playing with #ss or getting your #ss played bro?
Wiggum you better watch this
I ain’t used to pulling no punches, i lunge in
Are you captor, middle man or hostage?
Or all three? that’s what my hunch is
Do you buy tickets to j-pop concerts?
Mix hard liquor in all of her soft drinks?
Tuck her in, tell her there ain’t no monsters
Then put your thumb in the puckering starfish
Bet when she’s laying unconscious
You can get good strong whiff
What you need is a good strong whip, maybe a drink?
How about a good strong fifth?
Ah gator it’s not true, gator it’s not poo!
This is something i would normally not do, let’s just
Fumble around with the bottle cap
Take a couple of tabs and then go for a nap
Jesus christ!
I just had a bad dream ‘bout my p#n#s size
Faith it was a nightmare, we were right there
Waiting for the erection to materialize
But you had tears in your eyes
Guess that made me realize
I probably shouldn’t be banging on top
I’ll get underneath and lay still ‘til the gunt motion stop
So kill the lights and queue the camera b#tch
Look at all the streams that I killed
Can’t own a handgun, but damn son
I’ll shoot with the thirty five mil
God damn right b#tch
You want this thirty five mil… dick?
Oh sh#t! Gator!
They tell me my eyes will probably never unsee that atrocity
Do-it-yourself colonoscopy
How could you possibly think that was cool, do you f#cks with me?
Triple gut m#th*rf#ck*r, collard greens
Man you owe the whole world an apology
For that shameful display of coprophagy
With that dirty #ss backwater sodomy
Sordid man, honestly that’s not what bothers me
More like your f#cked-up philosophy
Of copping teens who are popping the Thorazine
I know sh#t isn’t always seen
Like your definition of what college means
Got lemons? then make lemonade
If you’re given women, you give women AIDS
And Ralph I wonder what you’re giving faith
That she would crawl back to the ball and the chain
Is it the dick? nay
Maker’s for breakfast and dinner every f#cking day
It can’t be that sick pay
Unless you trade in f#cking lemons or work in the sex trade
So now you’re f#cked from both ends
I guess you’re like each other in some ways
Both back in the zone with no friends
Both addicts disowned by both parents
Holy Smokes folks! We knew this wouldn’t be pretty
But who could have seen it getting this bad!
Ethan Ralph’s pit of despair is so deep we’ve been falling for weeks
And I’m not sure of the survival rate of reaching the bottom!
The only thing I do know is just when we think it can’t get worse
It does just that
*Splat*
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From the album:
Live
Release Year: 1997