DESCRIPTION:
From the CD "Ooogabooga Under Fascism (sugartruck recordings, 2012)

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AMBI (Righthand)
(Kalamka)
Boermann Sixgirl (BMI)


Dial five digits to grab
The lands end on the flab of my abs
And maybe arc if I ain't took time to spark
Its getting dark
I think I'm turning Congolese
I think I'm turning Congolese
Stop/Freeze/Move/Suck It
Ah fuck it/wadding up the tissue in the bucket
Along with my issues around missing you
I'll man handle it
A candle in my ass will make it faster
But I wanna make it last, so I count backwards
Twist the wrist around, grab the stack of mags
Snaps of actors whos careers are flagging
and sagging and tanked
makes for great wanking
you can take that to the bank
yanking crank or smoking dank?
I like the former, leaves me warmer
And there's no one left to thank
Its just me moi and I/and this tear in my eye
Sometimes some butter and no other
is the thang that I try
So why ask why?
I seen them laugh and then cry
Almost always on demand
And there's no need to lie
I rock without a band

Chorus (12x)
With my left hand, right hand
(right,man)


I'm so pretty
I need my emollients when I'm rolling it
So much soul when I be holding it
(He don't need no music)
just a dab of lube'll do it
(lay down a sucking sound and run right through it through it)
(get involved, and get into it!")
check your fluids whether tube or a can
hanky panky with a blanket
plan of action if you jillin' or jackin'
cumming on your stomach or your back and
on your clit and in your crack and
(spit) there's a little bit of spit
I need to help me out a bit
with the glycerin be glistening
so listen to the slickness
its so pretty when its pistoning
and emissions all end,
new dehiscence begins
if youre rolling in late
Joani got it on tape
with all the talk about the fate of my colored chalk
that's writing the lines
mano a mano designs
crafted is what my Shaft did
and he risking his neck for the brothers respect
he come to rip it from the script
and catch a grip when he can

Chorus

Now lemme see what we got:
Some hot porn and popcorn
With some Kristen Bjorn,
Jeannie Pepper and some F.M.
Bradley want them badly
Ain't it cool I can reference them?
The fantasy's warms when Bobby Blake
Hems me up in a corner
And in third person terms
starts to give me his bird and I squirm
'cause I been waiting my turn and I turn
the Rolodex that's in my head to the place
where Angel Kelly rubs my belly
and she sits on my face
and I'm tasting the funk
from the spunk in my eye
and there's that spot I feel that knot
that's in the back of my thigh
it's almost time I'm climbing/ barely writing the rhyme
its getting tight in my chest
I'm short of breath/I might be miming the rest
And I guess there's no one home
So they won't hear me moan
Or yell scream or spell your name
while writing this poem
So its on, but yo its all the same
its part of the game
If you're ready I'm willing
Take a chance ,it baby
fill your feelings with feeling

Chorus