Some of my favorites:
I stood at full posture and swatted him down the staircase
Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches knew their place
Airport style, the second one take off, the next one land
Learn some respect young man
Sister Regina from across the street is beautiful
But for 50 bucks ain't nothing she won't do to you
Used to be premium p**** now she used up
For that same 50 bucks she got to do some new stuff
The problem with sex is self-respect, calibration
The orgasm services your validation
And the problem with love, is that it lives in a book now
The problem with drugs is that their too ****ing good now
The problem with logic is theres too many loopholes
And the problem with truth is that its usually brutal
The problem is I can't trust most of what I see
So f*** it all the problems of life must be me
Speak up
My ears are growing weary
I’ll sing this song to the end
And watch the waves crash over me
Not too much to overcome with enough time to turn it all around
In a picture perfect scenery I’ve become a stick figure illustration
My eyes roll back and focus on what’s ahead
I can still stand if you lend the hand to brace me
I’ll take this on my own
Came to get an oil-change for my girlfriends car
But by the time I left I was short of breath and brokenhearted
There she was, bent over a motor,
Dirty cap with a pony tail that sat between her shoulders
With an oil streak that must have kissed your cheekbone
Thick and voluptuous I wish that we could be alone
I would love to, touch you, rub you,
See whats covered up under that greasy blue jumpsuit
Standin there holding that drippin dipstick,
With a firm grip, yet so delicate
And the way you took that orange oil rag and wiped it clean
Its guaranteed to get repeated in my dreams
You make me wild feels like puppy love
Got so lost in your smile when you asked me what the mileage was
And if I ever leaned how to change my own oil
Promise you this customer is gonna remain so loyal
One double, for the hungar and the struggle
Two for the fool trying to pull apart the puzzle
Three now I smile while I wait for your rebuttle
By the fourth shot, I'm just another child in a bubble
Trying to play with the passion and the placement
Just to see what these people let him get away with
Still trying to climb a mountain for you
Hammer in my hand, still pounding on a screw
She don't listen so he don't speak no more
Nobody's winning 'cause neither is keeping score
Don't wanna think no more, just let me drink some more
Pour me another, cause I can still see the floor