Lefty's Lament

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    They yelled out "Nigga-lover!"
    From the candy store
    At the anti-war group hug
    Putting computer bugs in the infrastructure of the World Bank
    With white-guilt accepting big-lipped puckers
    From any two-bit Chris Tuckers

    They yelled out "Cave bitch!"
    And I'm an extra in the matrix
    With my hands on Carrie Anne-Moss's tits
    Acting very standoffish
    They salute a married man's soft prick
    I'm the color of an egglant
    But I send my mulatto babies to space camp

    They yelled out "Underground!"
    Without me heads have seizures like they're hypoglycemic
    You put me in the player and my skypro's denied
    It won't read the disc
    And even if you'd cared
    You'd be like, "Fuck your lyrics,
    I'm a hedonist who sleeps with Liz Phair."

    They yelled out "Towel head!"
    A middle American said he ate a falafel
    It tasted awful and now his bowels bled
    And soon Muslims at a mosque were found dead
    On a burning wooden cross

    They yelled out "Dirty hippie!"
    Looking like a Martian landing party
    And cut our college grant because they suspect we plan anarchy
    We'll deprogram you, you Al Qaeda sympathizer
    And carve a tree with a Trans Am car key
    To build a Mantan's marquee

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    They yelled "Slut!"
    At my post-coital O-face
    And lecherous sweat musk that I showcased
    But it was heartfelt when I undid her garter belt
    But I watched the love that I harbored melt

    They yelled out "Bum!"
    At the frosted tips of my mullet duck tail
    Walking in the upscale bar and grill
    Where fools tuck their tails behind large bills
    And I'm a cynic during wartime
    I'm an unattractive thrift store find

    I yelled out "Fascist!"
    At the robotic orphan-makers
    Running for office in the form of Schwarzeneggers
    They will digitally alter your torture chamber
    To look just like a bath and spa
    Without sanction of international law

    My coarse hair means I'm into petty theft, right?
    There's an imbalance of the lord's prayers to lefty's laments, right?
    But you can't offend me or Of Mexican Descent, Right
    We've heard a thousand Fuck you's
    Yes we have

    Love is not enough
    So why defrost that frozen kiss
    Your happy skies are cotton puffs
    your modest lover's focus shifts

    Love is not enough
    So why defrost that frozen kiss
    You toast apathy bottoms-up
    And take your reality, load it to disk

    Why do you hate me?
    Is it my numerous releases on Ninja Tune?
    Or my on-going fling with Reese Witherspoon
    Or is it because I'm the indecent Mr. Coon
    Who occasionally takes trips to the moon?
    I know it's because I made my hip-hop cookies
    And didn't let you lick the spoon
    Or because we make girls throw fits and swoon
    And I'll reduce your club to talcum dust, too
    And accompany your thousand Fuck you's
    With this here Lefty's Lament

    Love is not enough

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