Unsafe Sextet/Gilded Hearts of Booklovers

You get some tap shoes and snorkles and bandmates

And sheet music with trombones and handguns

And what do you got

Unsafe sextet

Gilded hearts of booklovers

And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra

After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler

And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra

After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler

In the regalia of a star prick I measure our genitalia with a yardstick

And dethrone my third person drowning it in sea foam

And drink the blood from its wing nub dipping in it with cheese scone

Exchanging pelvic thrusts while pulling the elephant tusk from my cheekbone

Put my dirty feet in a pair of socks and my bird beak in a swear box

And unfasten my pants

Insure that my mojo crash lands on your happenstance

Youre a flash in the pan

Quid pro quo with the newest thing to come out

With me it's no go I'm a shooting range cut out

But my woodie's blair underwooden, you should book me with wonder women

I ain't go the suggested footwear but the kids leave the breakfast nook bare

When I prep fixins im hedging clipping their reading habits at the book fair

But I'm too pithy and far fetched to compete with your hickeyed guitar neck

I hear the political convictions of your depbut EP dwarf isclamfascism

Great news! You get rave reviews 5 out of 5

But thisll leave your noodle full blown this year were touring funeral homes

And that self serving agenda will buckle under the weight of these lengthy diatribes

And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra

After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler

And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra

After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler

Oh your games so tough, it de magnetized my key card

It's so hot and fresh, your merch booth needs a sneeze guard

And I fall off without a tug on the ripchord

I amount to fuzz of the mixboard

But how can I get my game re-charged, tell me

Oh gilded hearts of booklovers

You don't have to be careful let your hinged airhole swing ajar

We have disemboldened the cookie cutters

Who the fuck do they think they are

Oh compromised worldview

Please don't mind me as I kindly scratch my scabs

Our nerve endings curly q

When brushed up against the naps of flags

Or that fascist vag. or that